Twelve Sickles

[vodkadrinksyou]

[He's somehow gotten onto a roof. While we'd like to say it was magic, he probably just climbed up the fire escape. He's staring to the west, where the sun's going down among swirling clouds. It's very cold right now, especially on this roof top and especially around him. There's a little bit of wind, too, and it's making everything swirl around him in a very lazy fashion. When he looks up, and he does eventually look up, he seems to see a face among the greying clouds. He glares at it, at the sky, as if he's daring it to try something.]

Winter's here. Game's over. We'll play again another day.

[He's not shivering. Not yet. Because even with the General here, it's not as cold as home. Not yet.]

((OOC: The free car~ giveaway is over! It seems everyone gets to keep their cars, at least for now! Oh, and as a minor note, expect Russia's craziness and creepiness to rise as winter continues. He'll get more leveled out and derpy when Spring is closer.))