They hail from the high ground icefields. Where no life is found and no plant can grow, save for the hail stone weeds which snap up from beneath the ice to swallow any who wander upon their xerox fields, which lie just beneath the sheet.
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A gentle snowglobe either bound in chain or dressed in a hoodie. It depends on which version of this globe you address.
Open to role-playing
Paragraph Roleplay, nonsexual, please talk to me OOC about details. I would like to at least know where our RP is going.