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Igor didn't exist until he did. There were a bunch of colorful shapes laughing and bumping into him. When they seemed satisfied with his shape, they wrapped a purple scarf around his neck, then put a yellow hat on his head before hopping back and looking him up and down. "I don't know, he's missing something..."

"We got his eyes..."

"And the buttons..."

"Scarf..."

"Hat..."

The collection of fruits thought hard. A coat and a pair of boots lay discarded on the ground, evidence of failed attempts at arms and legs. The snowman wondered what he was being modeled after, since he didn't look anything like his creators.

A banana suddenly jumped up and down. "I know! I know! He's missing one of those sticky-out things on his face!"

So they gave Igor a carrot nose. He was perfect.



Over time, the snow gradually began to melt. Most of the big fruits got bored and drifted away, but the bananas and apples, and even a few nectarines kept him company. They talked to him sometimes, but he never knew what to say in reply, and blushed shyly.

"Hey, Igor! Look what I can do!"
"I'm going to chill with Igor."
"Looking frosty, Igor!"

The snowman loved spending time with his friends. The thin layers of snow were beginning to melt, but it was okay. He would last a while longer, and he would spend every moment of his ephemeral life smiling with his friends.

Or so he thought.


To be continued...




[Man, it's been years since I fell out of touch with Hfest. This place was incredibly important to me, I can't believe how much I missed it.]

Is that the idea that you mentioned in the e-mail?

It's nice to hear from you again, especially since this is the first sign of life in the forums since August.

The thing is, people (including myself) seem to not have time anymore for this game, apart from checking into the forums every now and then.
But I do remember your story thread from a few years back, and I have to say I was quite happy to see an unread thread again

[It is indeed, electriczax

Good to see you're still around, fabianh! You were my most supportive fan, I appreciated the heck out of u ^~^]



Igor quietly watched a couple of bananas play with a nectarine. Some apples napped in a tree. The sun was gentle, the grass whispered, and leaves rustled. Spring was here. Igor should've melted by now, but he hadn't. Bigger fruits had commented on it, and (for lack of a better explanation) concluded that the 'magic of friendship' had made him a permanent companion. Igor personally figured it was the magical snowflake in his chest.

It had been during a terrible snowstorm. Igor's friends had fled the freezing sleet, and he had stuffed his accessories into his hat to keep them from being blown away. Because his eyes were in his hat, he couldn't see anything. He felt something even colder than ice being pressed into him by an unseen hand. The howls of the wind were briefly drowned out by the yeti roaring at him: MERRY CHRISTMAS, LITTLE SNOWMAN. MAY YOU FIND HAPPINESS WITH YOUR FRIENDS THIS YEAR. Igor dug an eye out to try and see his mysterious benefactor, but all he could make out in the blinding snow was an enormous silhouette with huge hands as it walked away.

Igor's reminiscing was suddenly interrupted when a shadow passed over him. A strange, terrible figure floated past him. He froze, unable to move as the aura of evil spilled over him. The fruits looked terrified. The nectarine and one of bananas fled. The other banana gazed up at the Figure. It grinned maliciously, and the last banana split.
The figure soundlessly glided to the tree, tossed a sack under it, and stomped. The ground shook, jarring the apples out of the branches and into the sack. One of them fell out, disoriented, as the cloaked figure lifted the rest. Then he did something very strange. Igor watched as the Figure covered the apple's face with the edge of his cloak. A bizarre glow left Igor's smiling friend with a black scowl. The angry apple followed the Figure as it glided away-- but not before snatching the snowman's carrot schnoz.

It had come from the south. Most of the bigger fruits lived in the southern lands. If that Thing was kidnapping fruits, then... were they all... gone?

Igor only knew one thing for sure. His friends were in trouble.
And the bastard had stolen his nose.



To be continued...