-rep spent all my snow peso's on store brand syrup

For a long time, the Dark Presence had been weak, sleeping, nothing but a half-forgotten nightmare or a shadowy flicker in the corner of an eye in the forest at night; not real enough to properly exist, and yet too evocative to fade away completely.

Now it was waking up, the writer like a fly caught in a spider's web, each jerk and kick vibrating the strands that led deep into its lair. It was aware of him now, and it could use him.

All he'd need was a little incentive.

For all intents and purposes, the country was home. The Rockies rising in the distance to cut up the stars with their shapes and trees looming on all sides. Even as the snow crunches beneath our boots, a fire crackles humorously at our backs. Turning towards it now, I choose to stare into the flames, entranced by their destructive beauty for a moment before answering.
"Fires pretty nice though"

The man turned to face me. His face was covered in shadows. It was hard to make him out in the darkness of the forest that surrounded us, but the axe he lifted was plain to see. It glistened with the blood of his victim.

He grinned madly. The shadows were alive, distorting his features.

It was a scene from a nightmare, but I was awake.

Help! I've fallen and i can't get up!

kinda poggers i think