The Ski Slopes
By: Greegrue Steepaploe
He sniffed the crisp, cold air of the mountains and looked at the
majestic panoramic before him. Today, he was gonna ski. Oh yeah. Ski a free
man. He just hoped that the Abominable Snowman wasn't lurking about. And
with a cool air of confidence, he took off down the slopes.
"Hey watch it, asshole!" some amateur woman yelled after him. He
couldn't help he showed everyone up. He hit a ramp and did a couple of body
contortions, boosting his overall style. When he landed, he accidently
bumped a stray dog that happened to be walking by, but all he did was sit
down and bark. Or so he thought.
"Heads up, dude!" some punk snowboarder called out to him, as he
skied under the skilift. The punk did a daredevil trick and nearly landed
on him. 'Oh, that bastard,' he thought. He kept on sking, trying to make
good time, for no reason that he could see other than to prove to everyone
on the slope that he kicked ass.
He passed the checkpoint and was satisfied with his score. So
satisfied, in fact, that he didn't notice he was too deep down the slope,
to the point where there were no more dogs, slow skiers, or punkass
snowboarders.
"Huh.what is that!" he shouted as he saw movement in the brush to his
right. The Abominable Snowman crashed through the brush, making a loud
bellow. The Master of the Slopes skied as fast as he could while doing
flips off the ground, but to no avail. The Abominable Snowman leaped onto
out hero, and devoured him. He then danced a merry jig for what seemed like
eternity.
Fin.
I was cruising through the categories and happened upon this one. I just
had to write a story, based on my memories with the game.
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