Isaiah leaned on the railing of a balcony, overlooking the several acres of land that he owned from the second story of what was the Snow Estate. A large, impressive display of Gothic style stonework. 
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The Snow Estate had been Isaiah's home for his whole life. The psychic realized with displeasure that today was Sunday. Isaiah walked back inside the walls of his home, shutting the door behind him.
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Isaiah stood within his workshop, contemplating the twisted mess of rusted metal and tangled wires that was the Blizzard MK-1. "Four years you served me buddy, back then you were controlled with a a re-purposed PS3 controller and a really good wireless connection. We've come far since then." Isaiah reached into the pile of scrap metal and pulled out what looked like a mechanical skull, which was missing it's lower jaw and had one red eye hanging out of it's socket by a wire. "Say hello to your new brother." The creator of the original Blizzard MK-1 carried it over to a set of closed steel doors. Isaiah set the MK-1 head on a stool and pressed a button on a nearby panel, causing the doors to slide open. Suspended in the air by metal clamps attached to a wall was the Blizzard MK-2. "Pretty cool huh pal? The only process we still need to complete is a field test." Isaiah liked to think that he saw a sparkle in the MK-1's eye. He pretended to hear it say, [color=a0410d]"You've come far, I'm proud of you, Mr. Snow."[/color] Of course it didn't though, Isaiah has been alone since he was fourteen.