For this one, you must save a group of hot-climate mortals.
PULP 1, 2, 3 E (any gender, mid teens through late life)
I know it is my job to bring snow from the heavens.
But, oh ruler of the Gods,
What do you think the odds
Of the humans to truly cope
When they face a snowy slope
Here where seventy five to well into the hundreds is their scope?
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