Trumpets flared out, flames from their muzzles reaching the carpet. A queen, in her quite royal regalia, walked down the carpet strip, which was now slightly aflame, giving her the appearance of walking through fire. All of her subjects bowed as she sat in her seat, and she spoke, “Now, my su-”
She coughed, and blood flew from her mouth, showering the awaiting subjects. The queen slumped in her throne, and flashes from cameras created an ideal environment for a seizure.
The next day, headlines all over the country rang out, announcing the apparent poisoning. And so, it was decided, that they’d need retaliation on Russia.
That is the story of the Nuclear Winter, the freezing hell now engulfing the entire earth in thick, freezing clouds of the world’s oceans. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to hunt the mammoths before they destroy the snow city of Aledoria. Over five thousand of the Aledor tribe live there, and I must save them! Death to the heathen mamocus feralis! Farewell, y’all!