A great frost has descended upon New York. A heavy snow, in excess of a foot, continues to mount outside my door. The metropolis of Peekskill has come to a grinding... frozen... halt. In the woods, just out back, tree limbs snap and tumble to the ground with a monstrous thud. As I gaze into the near white out, something catches my eye... Who, no what, is responsible for this plague of ice? Three sets of frozen eyes gaze back at me from their frosty lair. That's not the abominable snow man, no... it's a trio of Blizzard Beasts... it is Immortal and all hope is lost.
Shit, It's gonna take all day to dig my car out.
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