In Huaxia's Y Territory, a motley crew of climbers was tumbling down the snowy mountain. They ignored the equipment they were littering everywhere, and no one even tried to pick up the precious life-saving oxygen mask when they dropped it.
A short man in a red down jacket was at the back of the pack. As he ran, he yelled at his friends, " Brother Chen, what's up with Old Jiang? Why is he suddenly biting us?"
Brother Chen panted as he ran up front. He turned to reply, "Who the hell knows what's wrong with him? Just run! If you don't, you'll end up like Ding San!"
"What the f*ck! I f-finally made it up here, but we didn't even get a photo to commemorate before sh*t hit the fan!" said the bearded man in the middle.
They had met on Tieba and agreed to climb to the top of Mount M together. There had been five of them, but now only the three of them were left.
