|Date Published||Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005|
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The team suffers from hypothermia and collapses.
- Unnamed tundra
|Black Mage||Congratulations, Red Mage. You've killed us. We all knew it would happen, it was just a matter of how, when, and where.|
|Red Mage||We are all losing feeling in our extremities, BM.|
Turning on one another won't solve anything.
|Black Mage||Shut up, I'm not done blaming everyone who isn't me.|
|Black Mage||(On red screen, with black tendrils) Thief, your career as our leader reminds me of watching a blind child stumble through an uneven room laced with knives and tiger pits.|
Only not as interesting to watch because you can always push the kid if it looks like he'd make it.
Who's mom's favorite now!
|Red Mage||Wait. You murdered your own blind brother?|
|Black Mage||It would have been cruel to let him live after what I did to his eyes.|
|Thief||Was there a point in all that? Your ramblings seem less coherent than usual.|
|Black Mage||Probably. It's cold and I'm tired. Leave me alone.|
|Red Mage||I too am tired. I blame all the genius-ing I've done of late.|
|Thief||Couldn't it be hypothermia?|
|Red Mage||Urban myth.|
|Red Mage collapses...|
|Thief||In that case, a quick nap couldn't hurt. I'd hate to die exhausted.|