In a mystical land on a dark snowy night,
there sat a small house emitting warm light.
Humble and homey with a small cozy fire,
the sole protection from weather that's terribly dire.

The snow was unending and blindingly white,
falling fast and heavy with all of its might.
The wind was unbearable and bitingly cold,
whipping snow here and there, so frightfully bold.

And yet like a beacon the home's fire did glitter,
Cutting through the wind and snow oh so bitter.
Inside its resident brave and true
Tried to decide what next they should do.

"It seems a while before I'll venture outside.
Braving the elements? I can't abide!
I'm not going out there and maybe freezin',
I'll play some Banished to pass the season!

These tiny folk were cast out in the wild,
and the elements there are seldom mild.
Banished for what? I know not their crime,
but it's a perfect way to pass my time.

I'll help them build, farm, and survive,
with a little luck but they'll hopefully thrive!
Dig a great quarry and gather some rock,
cultivate vast orchards and raise up some stock."

Our hero, now resolved, had the most solid of plans,
to spend their time helping their fellow man.
For what better way to beat the cold on your own,
than to help others do too as they so roam.