Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-6006054-20150811012901

Kjalek stumbled through the snow. This white wasteland was a form of the afterlife he had never heard of. He could barely see anything. Death had not improved his vision, and the blizzard was not helping. He wondered if frostbite happened in the afterlife. If it did, his hands and feet would be black and rotting with gangrene if he didn't find shelter soon. Maybe more of him than that. He passed by what he thought might have been a cave, but light filtered strangely in the storm, and it could have just been a deep shadow on a drift. He couldn't tell. In the midst of this thought his numb feet slipped from under him and he fell into the snow, yelling out in surprise.