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Heat is pure evil. Snow leads the way to tactical defeat, while clean crisp air leads to needless slaughter. So into the deapths of winter I stay, never waking never moving. If my death is your desire you shall hunt me just as you would an animal. I will never admit defeat, when summer draws neigh then you shall find me. Death to the sun, Death to the heat, and Death to its lovers. If the sun attacks but one day more I shall have to destroy its effects. I will demolish it's existance and the night shall be free to roam all hours of the day.