Across San Andreas, the landscape had transformed. In San Fierro, the steep hills had become treacherous ice slides, making the narrow streets more dangerous than any gang shootout. Down in the desert near Area 69, the heat-shimmering sand was gone, replaced by a vast, eerie tundra. CJ eventually traded his bike for a modified Glendale with snow chains, drifting through the streets of Las Venturas where the neon lights reflected off the snow like a million colored diamonds. It was still the same state, still the same fight for the streets, but for once, the fires of the city were cooled by a winter no one saw coming.
He grabbed a shovel from the porch, though he knew it was a losing battle. "Man, Big Smoke wasn't kidding when he said things were gonna get cold," CJ muttered, his breath hitching in a misty cloud. He looked up to see Ryder sliding down the street in a Picador, the wheels spinning uselessly against the packed snow. The car slammed into a snow-covered trash can with a dull thud. Ryder hopped out, shivering in his green windbreaker, and shouted, "Hey CJ! I think the Ballas must’ve frozen over too, 'cause I ain't seen a purple shirt all morning!"
Carl Johnson had seen a lot of things return to Grove Street, but a blizzard wasn't one of them. He stepped out of his house on Ganton, his standard white tank top offering zero protection against the biting wind. The familiar cracked pavement of the cul-de-sac was buried under a thick, shimmering blanket of white. Even the graffiti on the walls was frosted over, turning the "Families" tags into icy blue murals.
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Across San Andreas, the landscape had transformed. In San Fierro, the steep hills had become treacherous ice slides, making the narrow streets more dangerous than any gang shootout. Down in the desert near Area 69, the heat-shimmering sand was gone, replaced by a vast, eerie tundra. CJ eventually traded his bike for a modified Glendale with snow chains, drifting through the streets of Las Venturas where the neon lights reflected off the snow like a million colored diamonds. It was still the same state, still the same fight for the streets, but for once, the fires of the city were cooled by a winter no one saw coming.
He grabbed a shovel from the porch, though he knew it was a losing battle. "Man, Big Smoke wasn't kidding when he said things were gonna get cold," CJ muttered, his breath hitching in a misty cloud. He looked up to see Ryder sliding down the street in a Picador, the wheels spinning uselessly against the packed snow. The car slammed into a snow-covered trash can with a dull thud. Ryder hopped out, shivering in his green windbreaker, and shouted, "Hey CJ! I think the Ballas must’ve frozen over too, 'cause I ain't seen a purple shirt all morning!"
Carl Johnson had seen a lot of things return to Grove Street, but a blizzard wasn't one of them. He stepped out of his house on Ganton, his standard white tank top offering zero protection against the biting wind. The familiar cracked pavement of the cul-de-sac was buried under a thick, shimmering blanket of white. Even the graffiti on the walls was frosted over, turning the "Families" tags into icy blue murals.
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