The Great Snowman Massacre of Ormond
It was a cold Ormond winter like any other, I was murdering survivors like any other day, heading to the killer's shack to place down one of my many traps when I saw HIM.
Vacant, arrogant, a snowman. I pushed Frosty out of mind and continued on my spree, going on to murder Steve. Eventually I returned to the shack and saw THEM. Staring at me, was it rage? Bitterness, or simply nothing? The snowmen seemed content to do nothing around the generator in there, so I left them alone, when I heard it. The telltale sound of a generator being worked on. Frosty and Other Frosty had gone too far, THEY WERE PROTECTING THE FINAL SURVIVOR.
My rage swelled, I felt hatred like I had never before, so I got to work. Grabbing a trap, then trying to grab another but realizing I had no room, I returned to the shack. One at the entrance, another at the exit, my rage at these THINGS only swelling at their arrogance to their coming plight.
The man they defended I struck down with no hesitation. The snowmen, believing they were safe did not take their chance to escape. I would bathe in their cold blood. The first one ran to the exit, only to be met with metal death. The other stayed, arrogantly believing I wouldn't touch him. Staying two steps ahead I reset the trap and attacked him, sending him into the same trap.
A bitter smile crossed my lips as they all met the hook, and their curses all fell onto deaf ears because...
I play on console.