The village is in pandemonium as it's the winter festival and it's time for the annual snowball fight. Snowballs lightly colored so the color stayed on those struck. Those struck were 'out'. And just to be fair, since the one meant to judge it was down with a very bad cold, Wraithvine was asked to judge it. And ze and hir friends were asked, as well, to come enjoy all the festivities, music, food, and fun the event had to offer. -- The New Guy
[AN: Fixed the pronouns]
There were special gloves and special coats. The snow was readily available and in plentiful supply. The instant someone scooped up snow with their special gloves, the resulting ball changed hue. Once thrown, if it landed a hit on someone's special coat, the colour stuck and the victim was out of the game.
As one might expect, the otherwise sleepy town of Aldavale was absolute bedlam.
Cunning gangs of children ganged up against their least-favoured adults, wily grandparents assisted their very small grandchildren against their older siblings. Teens were out against everyone, including their mortal enemies - other teens. Some crept and hunted. Some staked out sniper positions. Laughter reigned in the streets.
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