The wind wailed while the sun fought clouds for its share of the sky. Ace braced himself against the cold breeze and turned to the Demolition Expert. They had been distracted by their tests of their new winter weaponry, but Ace knew that too much time had passed. “Where could the others be,” he asked his trusted companion.
The Expert stomped his feet for warmth and gazed out over the frozen plain. “There!” he cried, sweeping his arm up and pointing to the top of the distant hill. Two figures struggled in the deep snow, making their way towards the frozen encampment. Four more appeared on the other side of the hill. A lone figure followed them. Soon, they were all gathered in the swirling snow.
“We’ve got to get to the North Pole,” exclaimed a bundled warrior. “There’s a laboratory there that we’ve got to reach before sunfall or the world may not survive the night!”
The team quickly assembled their travel gear and set out towards the North Pole, but were confused by evil magic which turned them southwards. After trekking for leagues, they found themselves not at the North Pole, but at the South Pole. Confused and dismayed, they stumbled into a frozen dungeon. While searching for the way out, they were suddenly beset by zombie penguins! Weapons were drawn, blood was spilled, and the warriors vanquished the dreadful flightless beasts.
Wearied from their efforts, they tumbled into a local tavern. Demanding hot cocoa and board games, they immersed themselves in strategy. Feeling refreshed, half the band set out again, only to be stopped by a bombardment of snowballs! Was it the zombie penguins? No. They had been attacked from within by a small but brave knight! Exhausted and bewildered they returned to the inn only to learn that the dreaded North Pole Laboratory had never even existed. It had all been a giant ruse!