User blog comment:EstupidCow/User RP Games The Warming Games/@comment-5760279-20140112031147/@comment-5760279-20140112032049

Summer feels the freezing strike against her back. "Both of you, five seconds."

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Summer drops everything and runs outside scooping up more piles of snow. "May the odds be ever in your favor!" she recites, before turning and throwing a snowball towards the back of Zach's head.