Literature
The Trolling Adware -a RusSniper45 story-
[Warning: The following is PG-13 for disturbing imagery, brief sensuality, and language.] -11:25 P.M. Evening Time- Unknown Facility, outside Inkopolis. Some weeks after the defeat of the Vril Nazis Mission: Infiltration and Investigation --- He clutched his hand and gasped as he shook it, trying to shake off the stinging cold sensation that was hindering him, caused by the steam emanating from the hole in the pipe in the prior corridor. The Octoling needed that hand, and this place was certainly not the friendliest area in the world. From the start, even before he'd entered, Werner Holtschweit knew this place was anything but good. He didn't expect to have his hand get partially frostbitten by super cold steam in a pipe, and he would complete the mission no matter what. Werner gripped his revolver with the still good hand that he had, even as his palm sweated a little. A shiver ran down his body, and he took another step forward, shaking his hand again before the pain faded