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[Ivan]

The car finally comes to a stop. You turn the key in the ignition and the world around you, so far bathed in unnoticeable holiday music, plunges into silence. The windshield, suddenly without the steady tick-tack of the wipers, becomes a solid wall of snow and the pale moonlight, until now drowned out by the headlights, seeps through it, casting a fantastic latticework on the dashboard. You are alone. Hero. Ninja. Destroyer of souls. You are alone and very soon now, you will be flying through the air.

[Pacian]

FYI, this is the best, funniest piece of internet text I've read in a long while.