Clawing, rip at your face Blind from the ice that has frozen your eyes Suicidal Pull out a gun Ready to fire Missed by a mile cus Your hands are Frozen, frozen by ice Nothing but ice as far as you can see But you see nothing Already said That you are blind Blind from the ice that has Froze your eyes Frostbite blackens your limbs Appendages frozen exposure to snow Vasoconstriction Damaging cells Reducing the core Temperature It is cold Freezing, it's minus below Zero degrees, definition of freeze Penetrating Wind doesn't help Wading through snow You enter a cave to Take respite From the cold And the ice "Hear me traveller, these icy words I come to you in a dream of song I am queen of the frozen lands, Alizé There in the distance, there lies the goal of your intent Legend tells of a secret path, let me guide you But danger lies beyond here in this cave Garganega, Lord of Slugs, waits there. Vanquish this hellion, till he's gone, Or like this song your quest goes on, And on and on and on and on, And on and on and... on." "Wake up my progeny You cannot escape your destiny Bury your pain deep inside Alizé, she beckons..." Waking up in the cave, your vision returns as your eyeballs thaw Memory of distant voice is beckoning Gathering strength as your body restores, you begin to explore The precipice inside the cave, buried under the frozen snow Creeping ahead you discover a corpse A disfigured yet recently dead penguin Searching the body you find a bag of salt Victory it's time to open up your inventory These frozen plains are a mystery You store the salt and marcheth on Burst Eine mega burger bitter eine mega Garganega Slithers forth and thirsty for blood Eine mega burger bitter eine mega Garganega Stench of death and oozing slime Eine mega burger bitter eine mega Garganega Demon Lord of the ice slugs fight Eine mega burger bitter eine mega Garganega Praise his sticky yet frozen slime Well-placed hand of salt Twin bane of gastropod A fizzing mound of flesh Thrashing through the cave Begins to dessicate Garganega falls Antartarctica Antartarctica A protracted narrative Time is relative The length is superlative Antartarctica "Here, come forth brave monk, Through the crystal prism, Before he is revived. Be seated upon the ice bench. Our paths are entwined As here I am imprisoned Within this frozen cage, An unwilling slave By he that stands in your way. And though Garganega is damaged, He will return. You must forge the Sodium Blade From purest salt. You must face him. You must prevail." With ice hammer and minimal training or experience, Weeks pass until finally the cold forging is complete Weird salty sword in hand, you leave Alizé's cold embrace To face again, once again, Garganega Raging out from the compost The demon is here The demon is fear Regenerated by decaying waste His freezing gaze is cold A newly constructed igloo shell And spraying ice cold slug milk forth His slimy maw begins it's discourse His gross vociferation is a new-found frozen hell "I see icey death awaits you I watch the light leave your eyes Prepare to meet your destiny Prepare yourself to die." With a final swing of your mighty salt sword, you level the demon Stepping over the dissolving cadaver of Garganega, sliding in his remains There, there you see it, just beyond your sight After all endured, all peril faced There it is