The Ice Cream Man was once a paid mercenary in the arctic but disliked his profession immensely so he decided to sell ice cream. After all who doesn't like ice cream in below freezing temperatures in the middle of the arctic? The Ice Cream Man lived well for a time selling ice cream to the arctic animals and at times a few humans. That is when it happened...
Someone or something stole the Ice Cream Man's ice cream. From there forward the Ice Cream Man kept his old sword with him to defend his ice cream. An incident has not occurred sense.

This is kind of random but I thought it would be funny to put a story about the skin.

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