A Purist Pugilist entry
In the endless white wastes, somewhere deep in, or perhaps beyond, the Downlands, a determined figure strides forward... accompanied by a much smaller, but equally determined waddling shape.
This is the Winter Wanderer and the mechapenguin - ceaselessly roaming the snows and ice, looking to right injustices of old and settle grudges of the past. Nobody knows what triggered their journey - some say, an enemy booped their curling stone at just the wrong time. Others, that a rival army had too many warriors on ice during a line change. Whatever those things mean, the fact remains that the Wanderer and the penguin are out there, armed to the teeth with razor-sharp skate blades and icy snowballs. You've been warned!
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