Can you find the strength to laugh in your useless, frozen body? This beast that stands before you is horribly mishapen, a head that seems to dominate its body. It's breath chills the blood in your veins beyond freezing. The air around it hangs still, a haunting calm before it issues forth your bubbling red froth. You numbly grope for something... anything to use as a weapon. But more of their comically bulbous forms seem to coalesce from the ripping eddies of the blizzard. You find no other recourse but to throw your head back and laugh as the mountain closes in to take you.