January 24, 2014. A day that will forever be engrained in the memories of the few who survived. I was one of the lucky souls that braved what could only be described as one of the most horrific weather events of the modern era. As I stood looking out over my balcony, a bitter freeze seeped into my bones. It was becoming very evident what it was I must do. It was my duty as a reporter and as the producer for The Funyon to alert the students of LSU to what was coming next. Hashtag: SNEAUXPOCALYPSE. 
At 12:05 AM, my roommate and I began to hear a noise that I could only describe as tiny shards of deadly glass crashing into the Earth. We didn’t believe it was true, but one look out the window confirmed our worst suspicions. The snow had arrived. I knew I had to act. I grabbed my camera, my gloves, and my roommate to bravely venture into the elements to report on this Earth shattering story. What happened next will forever haunt me. 
The silence was overwhelming. I felt it creep inside my ears and begin to pick away at my brain. Delirium began to set in, but as a legitimate journalist, I had to maintain my composure. As I started to report, I began to ask myself as to whom I was addressing. For it seemed the entire world around me had collapsed. Instead of the normal pandemonium and turmoil one would expect at the first sign of snow in Louisiana, I stared out and saw… nothing. The world was at a standstill; I felt as if the warmth of every living soul on Earth simply vanished into thin air; just like the snow that fell will vanish into our tortured memories. 
As to how many people survived the snowfall, I do not know. I just hope that this story may forever be enshrined into the halls of history. If humanity, by some slight chance of hope, should continue, I hope that my work will help you to understand how the beautiful gumbo pot of LSU students that once roamed among living stately oaks and broad magnolias lived their final days on this Earth… before the sneauxpocalypse.