User:StoryoftheUndergrowth

The wind wooshes by the mountains. The freezing landscape and clouded air house nothing but storms of snow, calmly falling to the ground. A party of ants, binding their strengthened legs to the ground for all they were worth, overcome the treacherous journey up a hill's side and fix their gaze onto the surrounding area. Planting a flag, the group begins to return via the same path. Moments later, the wind intensifies. The flag is shot away, and the snow crumbles into an avalanche, dispatching every member in its path until none remained.