No one believed me when I warned them. No one prepared.
I saw it from a long way. I could feel it in my bones. The chilly winds that
came when you opened the window. It could only have one possible explanation:
the snow-giant-dinosaurs were coming.
It was no surprise that, with the initial attacks, 70% of the world population
was killed, left to die, or frozen. It was also no surprise that the remaining
people's power contacted me. Asked me to save them.
I had to resist the urge to say 'No'. Just for the 'I told you so' moment it
would bring. But I didn't.
It was a risky plan. Many more would die, but men would survive, and the evil
snow-giant-dinosaurs would not.
So, armed with heaters, boiling water from England hot water taps, and, most
importantly, our duvets, we fought.
The water took its share of them, melting their legs, making it possible for the
heaters to destroy their terrifying snow heads.
Their weapons were powerful, but our duvet-shields proved worthy of their fame.
But the battle lasted for days, and they couldn't stand to such an enormous
charge of ice spikes, snow balls with rocks in them, and laser weapons. Because
clearly the snow-giant-dinosaurs had laser weapons.
After 5 days and 5 nights, it was over. They were defeated. We had won.
I had paid the ultimate price; I died. I was found 3 days later, in a cave
created by a giant snow ball. I was enveloped by my duvet shield, much like a
sausage roll.
To this day, that image is what reminds Humanity of their mistakes, of their
failure to foresee the attacks. It keeps them ever vigilant.
But, mostly important, it reminds them that I was right. Suckers.
