Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28834958-20160409183633/@comment-27304481-20160410020157

MM walks out, the coldness decreasing rapidly in a small circle, the snow being soft, but not quite melty in the circle. "How pleasant. My feet are tired tho. Jk, but seriously. SHABTI!" He claps his hands, and his shabti rushes out, and carries him. "Good boy. Have a spear." He waves his hand, and snow begins to spike up, and form a clean spear for the shabti, which grabs it.