[Rise of the Undead Army] [in person]

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[People who're paying attention may notice someone in enough white to almost blend in with the snow, out hard at work starting late-evening, gathering up snow for some unknown project.]

[By morning, the manor is surrounded by a large number of snowmen.]

[Some have intentionally broken-off treebranch-arms, others are missing eyes; the faces are scribed in some semblance of jack-o-lantern malformed grimaces, and a few have pieces taken out of them here and there.]


[It's a zombie snowman horde.]

[And off across the grounds, where the camp was last week, just after sunrise, on top of a snowpile, there is a Soma, doing his best evil overlord maniacal cackle. He's actually quite good at it.]

RISE, MY MINIONS!! RISE AND FEAST ON THE LIVING!!!

[The maniacal laughter then starts breaking up into less sinister giggling as much as cackling.]

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[He's settling back on the snow-mound as if it were a throne almost and kinda smug.] Wow. Here I thought kids were the first to appreciate the absurd.

[Well, that, and there's some private personal joke to it all, but that's just a bonus.]