*You're scared, paranoid, all alone, wandering out of this, blizzard.. it's cold, unbearable, the stars up above the night continues to glimmer, a cruel reminder of this cold night.

You continue to walk around, shivering from the cold, until, you lean on a nearby taiga tree.. tired, exhausted, and shivering.. you continue to look around, until, you see something.. a loud, thunderous roar can be heard at the distance where the forest stretches endlessly beyond.. until, it approaches you, stomping towards you with its deer hooves: it's the infamous, terrible Deerclops, its antlers sharp and visible, its arms and legs, barely can be seen from this cruel, cold night, its towering frame hiding behind the snowy forests, its eye studying your every move with unmistakable hunger and rage, who dared to trespass its damn territory?!

Suddenly, It roars at you again, its claws sharp, itching, as it approaches, you ran.

As you continue to run away from the Deerclops, it can be heard roaring again, enraged, it throws some huge chunk of dirt, stone and snow at you, you dodged its attack, as you continue to run, which angered it even more, the Deerclops roars again, its eye narrowing, as it stomps towards you.

it doesn't even want to have a conversation.