itp: the future is in your backyard

[theskyenceguy]

[TODAY, a jalopy is headed straight for you! It probably swerves at the last minute and does a circuit around camp, coming to a stop in front of a crowd of politely applauding zombies.]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you convert your standard combustible engine into one that runs on bio-fuel made from corn.

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Comments

[notmakingout]

[jumps out of the way]

Wow, not bad!

[theskyenceguy]

What, does this place have some kind of weird rule?

[notmakingout]

More than one. Sex and sugar are the bans I tend ta remember, although I'm not much of a fan of sweets myself.

[theskyenceguy]

[AW SHIT, CHECKIN' ON MY SNACKOOS]

[notmakingout]

...Problem?

[theskyenceguy]

This is terrible!

[notmakingout]

Yeah. Guessin' you're pretty new, then?

[theskyenceguy]

What if ALL the bags were affected?

[notmakingout]

Missin' the sugar already, then? Some things get by with substitutes, but...

[theskyenceguy]

Why would they do this to my Snackoos?

[notmakingout]

Consensus seems ta be that they enjoy our pain.

[theskyenceguy]

I need to get back to civilisation, this is too much.

[notmakingout]

I guess we all have our breakin' points... Not much ya can do about it, though.

[theskyenceguy]

Are you going to try and stop me?

[notmakingout]

Nah, ya don't need ta believe me. Ya can go ahead and try if ya like.

[theskyenceguy]

...Why do I feel like you're not telling me something?