The man was in a thick winter coat with sweats and hiking boots, scratching his head as he looked over a map.
'A hiker, maybe he can help me out...' Colin thought as he trudged through the snow.
The man thought aloud as he thought over his way back to the lodge he rented. "Alright, so the lodge is about a few miles east of my current position, so I'll just..."
Colin in his sasquatch costume stumbled into the man's path.
"Hey." Colin said rather casually.
The man stood still, staring with disbelief.
"When are these hunger hallucinations gonna end?" he asked.
"I'm not a hallucination, just feel my hand." the gamer said.
"Stay away from me! I know you! You're thayt dellusion I've been having! Relentless nights of torment!" the man yelled as he grabbed Colin's arm and punched him in the face.
"It's a costume! It's a cost-" Colin was cut off by several hard strikes from the backpacker's walking stick.
Colin staggered back with each hit, slipping and tumbling.
"I've got you now, nightmare bigfoot!" the man yelled as Colin slapped him and got the mask off.
"IT'S A COSTUME YOU ASSHAT!!!" Colin yelled.
In the distance, the sound echoed out:
'ASSHAT!... ASSHAT!... ASSHAT!.. ASSHAT!...'
The snow trembled and shook as an avalanche sent a boulder their way, crushing both of them flat in a splash of red against the white snow.
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Game Over: Uh-uh-uh. Like every mother, Mother Nature doesn't tolerate that kind of language.