Champagne for no one.

We had to make due with saltines and a tin of tomato soup. Times were hard but we made the best of things. There was no weed or mushrooms either, for recreation or otherwise–hell, there were no plants at all. So we sat around the campfire, the five of us, reminiscing about the times when we had so much at our disposal: the internet, fatty foods, diet colas, condoms, sapphire diamonds.
But to have warmth and friends was something we didn’t appreciate until now, with so little time left on this earth. It was always snowing and it seemed like it would never stop.
One of our more optimistic friends said that snow meant water, at least.  We could at least stay hydrated, if not warm, for the moment. And she kept having to repeat that as our teeth chattered more and more, as we huddled so close to the campfire that we knew–just knew in our hear of hearts–that we would eventually burn.

Burn: imagine that: burn as the world froze.