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You’re fighting one of the Ninja Snowmen of Mt. McLargeHuge. These ninjas are as cold as ice, and willing to sacrifice your love. And by love, I mean life.

He gets the jump on you, then focuses his chi and hits you with a chi’s ball. Ow! Oof! Ouch!

You reach up and poke the Ninja Snowman right in his coal‐button eye. BIFF! SOCKO! BAM! KABONG!

You win the fight!

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The rest of the Ninja Snowmen bow to you – well, as well as someone whose body is three big snowballs can bow. “You have proven yourself in combat, honorable adventurer,” one says. “You may request anything of us that we can provide.”

“Do you have the Obvious Plot Device?” you ask. They put their snowy heads together and confer.

“We regret to inform you that we have not seen it,” one says. “I’m afraid we are not the snowmen you are looking for.” He waves a twiggy arm and you’re convinced he’s telling the truth.