Everything is so cold. God, why did you come out here in the first place, and alone? This desolate, lonely, forgotten place. The chills set into your bones. You can feel it coming for you now, the bitter embrace of death. Your vision blurs, you can barely stir your limbs to action anymore. This is it. This is how you die.
Unless.. unless someone comes to save you. You can hear them, you think, in the fever dreams of death as your fingers and toes begin to freeze together. And then.. the sound of a door opening and closing, a light flashes on.
Its your roommate. He turns the AC down a bit. You are free to leave bed.
Been browsing thriving the back catalog of games, and I'm really impressed every time I see your games' summaries. Do you write books or anything? Because you might want to consider it. You've quite the talent, I think.