[ Frederick, always one to prepare well in advance, lumbers into the simulation in full winter gear: thick coat, scarf and gloves (knitted by none other than himself), and a neat pair of snow boots. He's mastered the tutorial on how to build an igloo and has since moved on to learning tips and tricks on how to forage for food in the barren winter wasteland.
Except in his exploration, he seems to have foraged something else instead.
His foot hits something solid and said solid thing gives a forceful exhale that most certainly does not come from anything green and vegetative. In consternation, he bends down to inspect this mysterious lump he's run into and discovers it to be none other than— ]
Henry?
[ The heck are you doin' out here, buddy. And dressed like that, no less! ]
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Except in his exploration, he seems to have foraged something else instead.
His foot hits something solid and said solid thing gives a forceful exhale that most certainly does not come from anything green and vegetative. In consternation, he bends down to inspect this mysterious lump he's run into and discovers it to be none other than— ]
Henry?
[ The heck are you doin' out here, buddy. And dressed like that, no less! ]