Ice Battle on the Ice Mount
July 09, 2020 - 282 words
The Big Snowman came at him with a snowy roar, flecks of ice and snow blowing out of his face. It was insane. The wind screamed and yelled and yellowed on top of the icy ridge, causing Link to stumble backwards with a cry of dismay. The dismay was coming in. It was coming in hot and cold. That was how Link perceived it, so he grabbed his Ice Sword and swung back at The SNOWMAN. His blow connected with a catastrophic display of icy shards that sent icy shards all over the icy shards that shardedne d with icy shoriter sicie cy icy cicy
Link pulled back. He stepped back and pondered his situation. "What do we do?" he asked himself.
"Not sure," he answered. This was an old trick he had learned. If you can convince yourself that you are not actually yourself, and instead a third-person witness to your own self, and then talk to that person as if he is indeed another individual, your path forward becomes clear. This is true in all professions, but especially true in adventuring.
"Well, more Snowmans would be a problem."
"I believe you mean Snowmen," Link chided.
"Snowmans," Link repeated. "The proper noun makes it so Man is the true form of the noun, and a plural version of it in this case is Mans. Snowmans."
"Wrong," Link answered.
A MAGICAL FANFARE SOUNDED in front of him and a yellow glow surrounded the icy ridge! The path had opened.
"It worked!!" Link shouted, jubilant and frustrated. Jubilant because he was jubilant, but frustrated because he had lost an argument yet again. Even he did that some times. Link! The adventurer! Losing!!! Lost!