The idea that an epic road trip brings to mind would be the obsessive need to LARP across the country with a Vivicam or similar camera, having the need to get shock value and looks out of the locals as you pass by, honking the horn, throwing clothed nerf balls and wooden weapons at each other, in questionable manga/anime/video game outfit get ups, using mead or rice wine as the only wash during the road trip or some other type of wood sleeping booze used in past time war fare, throwing soda balloons at the Snake Dance Churches, taking short cuts through the desert wrecking unprepared tires and the engine, watching Che and Rocky give in under the hot sun like in the Domino movie- going door to door in small midwestern towns without any kind of papers, asking questions about bounties you have no EXP to handle or even think about, just to end up with Che having a bullet wound in the shoulder as Rocky puts a bandage over a dug out head shot, then jump back into a car just to race against time with no headlights and a crappy map, smearing dirt over the get up, butchering each other's hair in a pit of drunken rage, go The Hills Have Eyes down the interstate, play the stage when you run out of money before you even get to the west coast, skip out like the Blues Brothers, jump back into the car, out run every dumb@$$ redneck headed your way- only to find that once you finally make it past all of the desert hippies and unmarked sand graves, you get to knocking and sighing at Mel's front door, and as she opens she gasps,
'What the balls'?![]()
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