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Dec. 5th, 2013 06:33 pm[Heavy snow is falling in Luceti today, the temperature reaching well to the freezing point as a pure white blanket covers the village. Surely, this is no day for anyone to be out without a shirt. It's just too bad New Feathers don't get the memo until it's too late and the Malnosso can be very unforgiving.
If someone were to wander the streets, they would encounter one such New Feather in a particularly troublesome predicament. This poor fellow, who's kneeling on the ground, seems to have gotten his face stuck to a lamppost. Upon closer inspection, they'll find it's just his tongue that's frozen itself to the metal surface. He's uttering a whole slew of what might be cursewords, complaints, pleas or even a mix of the three. Whatever it is, it's completely inaudible.
Seriously, someone help this guy out before he either freezes to death or loses his tongue permanently.]
If someone were to wander the streets, they would encounter one such New Feather in a particularly troublesome predicament. This poor fellow, who's kneeling on the ground, seems to have gotten his face stuck to a lamppost. Upon closer inspection, they'll find it's just his tongue that's frozen itself to the metal surface. He's uttering a whole slew of what might be cursewords, complaints, pleas or even a mix of the three. Whatever it is, it's completely inaudible.
Seriously, someone help this guy out before he either freezes to death or loses his tongue permanently.]
