
Looking East, you <stuff> your pockets with dry straw for insulation you’ll surely need later. The sun lowers, and so does the temperature.

Looking East, you <stuff> your pockets with dry straw for insulation you’ll surely need later. The sun lowers, and so does the temperature.

The last of the ice sits sheltered in the shade of trees while communities <emerge> to survey the damage. After <restocking> supplies, you continue East.

The thaw begins as your <fuel> depletes. You <switch> the radio to AM, the battery weakens. A far off tent preacher can be heard on the softly dying signal “Your future Snake is your Invisible now!”.

Ice clad branches blocking roads are determined to <stop> you from reaching Sleepy Eye by sundown. You <drive> through the obstacles unaware the damage the vehicle is taking. 🚛HP -2.

You get inside before frostbite sets in and <insert> the key. The engine turns over and the studded tires make purchase. You’re on your way.

You <inspect> the vehicle. In your <INV> you find a key. Ice covers everything in this world.

You continue north under a setting sun. A vehicle is ahead. An attempt to <investigate> would be wise as your body chills.