The Snowpacolypse: Chapter Two

Due to unforseen circumstances beyond our control we hit a bit of a snag with keeping you up to date on the horrors our heroes are set in the face of certain death. We now pick up where we left off, with only a few continuity errors as the writer was so frozen he forgot some of the details. He was also delayed in writting this, and has forgotten what he lied wrote about earlier.

Chapter Two: Two Days before the Day After Tomorrow

Holy-stolen-blog-title Batman, that's today last tuesday! Right when I am writing this!





The Iowan, also known as The Bearded and Wonderfully Wise Man and his two friends, the Irishman and German awoke the next morning and opened the door, only to see nothing but snow covering the earth, three feet high at its most shallow. The three men knew their was only one thing they could do.  Play Mario-Kart.  They did so and watched movies with renewed fervor, hoping that the snow would soon melt so they could leave this snowy abyss of a house, for the WOB Girls had left the door open in their haste to make it back to their house, and an estimated three tons of snow had swept in through the doorway into the room where the Irishman was sleeping.  After a rescue mission had been mounted and the room cleared of snow their was a knock.  One of the woman had survived and made it back.  Whispers of a horror that she faced circled, but no one was quite sure what it could be.  Instead they first had to face their current situation.  They had not listened to the wise words of The Mighty Wal-Mart and had thus not stocked up food supplies.  Three of the four had no food sources whatsoever apart from coffee and tea.  The Bearded and Wonderfully Wise Man was the soul exception to this, he had planned ahead, he had food supplies to feed them all for the months that they might be kept separated from the rest of the world.  But would he share?

Of course he would, otherwise they would just kill him and eat him anyway, so he would share their food, gaining their trust and commitment to him in case he ever needed them on down the road.  That and he figured if he gave them food now he would be the last one to be eaten once the inevitable cannibalism began.  For he knew the secret, that all good survival stories in the snow had cannibalism.  They waited there, watching The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King and other movies, until late at night.  Then there was a knock at the door.

BOOM BOOM

"Who is it?" They called out.  There is no response.

BOOM BOOM BOOM
"Who is it?" They call out again, their voice breaking a little in fear, who could possibly survive in this weather they thought to themselves.  Still, if it is survivors they should go and let them in.  They open the door to see the rest of the WOB Girls from next door along with men formerly Lords of some far off Land of On they had once known.  But something was different about these people. Something had changed.

Something had gone horribly wrong.


What had gone horribly wrong? Will our doomed heroes survive? what do these WOB and Lords of the Land of On want? Why are they changed and how?  The answers to all these questions and many more that you do not care about or asked in next week's edition of Tim's Blog!  Or in about ten minutes when I write it because I am sick and tired of it.   Stay Tuned loyal readers!