self-immolation never smelled so good

It’s so fucking cold.

Polar winds blast down Manhattan’s avenues. Dogs are reduced to wearing tiny, adorable little baby shoe things if they wish to set foot on the frigid pavement. Those from warmer climes throw on layer after layer to no avail, still finding themselves shivering and their extremities numbed. Perhaps Mother Nature decided it would be funny to prove Trump right about “global warming” by freezing us all to death? If so, her sense of irony will be appreciated on Twitter, before everyone’s phones freeze and we have to start burning our computers to keep warm.

As people huddle together for warmth around barrels full of the burning remains of those who’ve succumbed to hypothermia, White Walkers pour forth from the Stock Exchange, slaughtering those who can’t flee or pause to beg them to loan their fleece vests, Canada Gooses, or traditional ice-covered lamellar armor. Slowly, it will begin to snow dry ice as temperatures drop further and CO2 is frozen out of the atmosphere. Then, with grim inevitability, it will begin to rain nitrogen, and then oxygen, as the seas freeze and all life is extinguished, leaving Earth a sterile snowball in a cold, dark universe.

Good luck out there.

Image via the goddamn Weather app

Ugh