
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 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.

Failing to <conjure> a heavy fur jacket, you painfully continue north hoping the clouds will lift and the temperature increase. What do you do?