The trunk of the convertible was overflowing with cursed artifacts and several dozen bags of "gas station sushi" that Scott insisted would grant them spiritual enlightenment.
"We’re down to two bars of Hype, Scott!" Polly shouted over the roar of the wind, her ghostly hair whipping around like a neon strobe light. "If we don’t find something cool to do in the next ten minutes, this entire road trip is going to become a 'soul-searching retreat,' and I am not ready to face my inner demons without a drink in my hand." Monster.Prom.3.Monster.Roadtrip.v0.26-GOG.rar
But as the sun set over a horizon made of literal liquid fire, Scott turned up the radio. "Best road trip ever?" The trunk of the convertible was overflowing with
The car screeched into a gravel lot. A small, three-eyed goblin wearing a "Manager" nametag approached them. "Welcome to the Abyss-Stop. For the low price of all your Stamina and a small portion of your Soul, I can offer you a shortcut to the Neon Desert." "Best road trip ever
"We've got plenty of Soul!" Scott cheered, flexing. "I found some extra in the glove box next to the jumper cables."
They made the trade, the car glowed a sickly shade of purple, and they launched back onto the asphalt. They were miles away from their destination, low on money, and the car was now haunted by a Victorian child who wouldn't stop critiquing Polly's driving.