In cheap novels and really good ones, snow symbolizes new beginnings. It’s art imitating life; there’s a fresh snow on right now and I’m excited to see what kind of new start I’ll get without the use of any of my fingers and toes. Old people liked to talk about the sorts of snows you didn’t get anymore; well, this is the sort of snow you don’t get anymore. I’m proactively nostalgic for carping on about this blizzard for the last few decades of my life.
“And not only did it freeze my next two bowel movements solid, boy, you should have seen what it did to my team of halflings.”
“What’s a halfling, grandad?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t know about them. Half their species got wiped out when I tried to pit them against those amazons.”
An amazon team is built to the same basic dimensions as an elf team: thrower, catchers, linemen, heavy hitters. The difference is that to an amazon team, hitting heavy is less of a trade and more of a lifestyle. A shoulder check from a careless amazon grandmother has the same stopping power as a plummeting elevator full of halflings, and about the same halfling survival rate.
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