Feb 22, 2024
you're traveling alone on a long road, fifty miles away from being Somewhere. it's dark, you realized you really should've left earlier. you know you've never been the sharpest in the dark.
you see a glint, light catching a reflection in your passenger seat. you swore there wasn't anything there before, you're sure.
a tilt, ever so slightly, of the head reveals something that chills your bones. your precious box of 700 hammers... how could it possibly have ended up here?
by the time you turn your head back to the road, it's too late. your car explodes and hammers go everywhere and the hammers explode too.