[Here comes a cool guy. At least that's what many would be forgiven for assuming when they first hear Snow Miser's voice — smooth, easygoing, and currently, pitched in what could easily swing downwards into whining.]
Ohhhh, man, is it terrible out here. And he says they actually LIKE summer? Phew!
[If there's any snottiness in his tone at that last comment it's quickly waved away when someone comes into view. Feeling optimistic, he reaches out to tap the unwary person on their shoulder.]
Hey, man. What's a guy gotta do to cool down around here?
[He is easily nine, maybe teen feet tall, and terrifying in the way that a stop motion puppet from the 1970s primordial being made entirely of sharp angles of ice and snow would be.]
Prompt C
[Okay, now this is something up his alley. Who doesn't love ice cream? It exists to be eaten every day, especially in summer, which means that it was pretty much made to spite his brother, so having a job that revolves around it sits very well with Snow Miser. His duties don't technically extend past selling the stuff, but no one said anything about him being unable to improve upon it where he sees fit.
It's too bad his idea of improvement seems to be a little too...overenthusiastic.
If you happen to order anything from his quick service stand, you may notice that he appears to be sitting rather than standing against the counter to accommodate his weird height. This doesn't seem to hamper him from doing his job, though.]
Here ya go, fresh and— oh, one sec. [He flicks his trusty Blizzard card at the ice cream dish, blasting it with a burst of ice that leaves it completely frozen.] There! And there's more where that came from, too.
[winkwonk]
Wildcard
[The end of days has arrived and it's come to Epcot. Against all natural logic, it's snowing in the park — a light drizzle if you happen to be on the edge of it, but venture inward and you'll notice that it's starting to pick up. Make it to the lagoon and it's practically Christmas in July with a good eight inches of snow blanketing the entire area.
The lagoon is totally frozen over, and reclining by the edge of it in an oversized beach chair is Snow Miser, sipping an obnoxious looking smoothie, wearing sunglasses, fanning himself with his Mountain Blizzard and Blizzard cards.]
snow miser | the year without a santa claus
[Here comes a cool guy. At least that's what many would be forgiven for assuming when they first hear Snow Miser's voice — smooth, easygoing, and currently, pitched in what could easily swing downwards into whining.]
Ohhhh, man, is it terrible out here. And he says they actually LIKE summer? Phew!
[If there's any snottiness in his tone at that last comment it's quickly waved away when someone comes into view. Feeling optimistic, he reaches out to tap the unwary person on their shoulder.]
Hey, man. What's a guy gotta do to cool down around here?
[He is easily nine, maybe teen feet tall, and terrifying in the way that a
stop motion puppet from the 1970sprimordial being made entirely of sharp angles of ice and snow would be.]Prompt C
[Okay, now this is something up his alley. Who doesn't love ice cream? It exists to be eaten every day, especially in summer, which means that it was pretty much made to spite his brother, so having a job that revolves around it sits very well with Snow Miser. His duties don't technically extend past selling the stuff, but no one said anything about him being unable to improve upon it where he sees fit.
It's too bad his idea of improvement seems to be a little too...overenthusiastic.
If you happen to order anything from his quick service stand, you may notice that he appears to be sitting rather than standing against the counter to accommodate his weird height. This doesn't seem to hamper him from doing his job, though.]
Here ya go, fresh and— oh, one sec. [He flicks his trusty Blizzard card at the ice cream dish, blasting it with a burst of ice that leaves it completely frozen.] There! And there's more where that came from, too.
[winkwonk]
Wildcard
[The end of days has arrived and it's come to Epcot. Against all natural logic, it's snowing in the park — a light drizzle if you happen to be on the edge of it, but venture inward and you'll notice that it's starting to pick up. Make it to the lagoon and it's practically Christmas in July with a good eight inches of snow blanketing the entire area.
The lagoon is totally frozen over, and reclining by the edge of it in an oversized beach chair is Snow Miser, sipping an obnoxious looking smoothie, wearing sunglasses, fanning himself with his Mountain Blizzard and Blizzard cards.]
Talk about a blizzard beach, hahaha!