So, lets start from the top.
Your probably wondering why y’all woke up, tangled in a giant pile on the ground, tangled in each other’s various limbs and appendages. Well, to give you the long and short of it, your the next group of shmucks to get dropped into this cosmic joke. Ahead of you lies enough open desert, bad roads, and whatever other nonsense the random number gods decide to pull out of their rears to waste about 3 months of your poor life. At least, that’s how long it took us to get over to here. At any rate, you’ll probably notice that anyone eith any movement related abilities has found them poofed, gone, wonky, or otherwise nonfunctional. Which brings us to our next topic.
The Bus.
The AC is shot, the radio tends to tune into whatever music it damn well feels like, the seats are about as comfy as a sheet of plywood, there’s only 1 bathroom, said bathroom clogs every other week, and the steering wheel is locked ever so slightly to the right. But this hunk of junk is your best bet to get from point A to B. May not like it, but thats how things are.
Godspeed, you poor, poor shmucks,
The last bunch that got stuck here.
(A note, found on the bus’s steering wheel. Said bus is in front of a pile of the starting band of schmucks, and behind them is a rusted and broken down gas station.)



