"Oi, mate? Where you from, mate? Betta' run them pockets nice and safely now or you ain't leavin' to feed your pet parrot tonight!"

"Alright, alright!! This is all I have on me..!"

A typical morning!

It's a good time to be alive right now! The snow would definitely be the least of your problems when there're people walking around stabbing others with a ski mask.

I had bought cup noodles from a nearby store but it seems like I have no place to eat them in.

This park—or whatever this frozen place is will do.

I went over to one of the metal benches but it turns out the paint wasn't dry yet.

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"Bollocks!" I scowled as I walked off with my food. The ice was unexpectedly slippery so instead of sitting down, I gathered all of my strength to remain standing in the middle of the freezing winter.

The cup was already open, slipping even a tiny bit would cause the noodles to fly out. I had a spare fork in my pocket for this moment alone, but then I accidentally stabbed it into the cup.

"Great." I sighed.

When I pulled the fork out, the hot noodles spilled to the ice below me, causing it to become fragile enough to shatter under my weight.

*Splash*

The realization that I was standing on a frozen lake quickly hit me, but was cup noodles even hot enough to melt ice?!

"Cup noodles shouldn't be able to break ice!!" I thought to myself as I desperately try to get back to the surface.

Once I reached the surface, I do my best to regain my stamina when a tree abruptly snaps and falls to my head, crushing me and bringing me back into the water.

Doesn't this feel like a certain movie?

Well, it probably doesn't matter now that I'm met with a death screen—like when you die in that one block game!

Everything is bright red for some reason...

"Is this really death? Aw shucks."