It was just supposed to be a normal camping trip...

But now, here you are, stumbling blindly in a nightmarish snowstorm, you against the cruel, lethal wilderness that surrounds you. You cling to sanity by reminding yourself that your friends, Jax, Ragatha, Pomni, Caine, Gangle, Zooble and Kinger are still out there... you hoped to find someone.... soon... anyone...

You and the group were out hiking, Caine had dragged you all along for a camping trip in mid-late autumn, and it had started snowing. You weren't supposed to be split up like this, but a pack of glitched out wolves had different plans.

Turns out Caine couldn't fix it, not now that the entire digital world is glitched out... Great.

You rub the sides of your arms, trying futilely to preserve some body heat, you can see your breath in the bitter air. You need rest... but you also need to find your friends... your senses, your reasoning are dulled by the cold, but sharpen at every noise, every wolf howl, every bird's call.

Suddenly, your hear a crack beneath you, as you look down, you're standing on a frozen pond, your feet pressed against thin ice, any sudden movements, and you'll fall.