>>585569>back to my camp>sit, oh shit I still have keys to the hush truck>run back to truck>open glovebox, awww yisss vehicle registration with mailing envelope, now I have one of their addresses>back to camp, celebrate with spamNow I know where this road is so I use it to get to what became my regular spot. I never did get around to using the mailing address, but the keys did find a home in my pack
>3 months later>ah the quiet->AWWW YEAH NIGGA WOOOOO!>not again>4 twigs, 4 grills>drinking heavily. Lots of noise. Go back to camp.>wait, noise dies down>back to their camp>they're telling spoopy stories, eventually get to story about hush truck>grills proper spooped>weee have to peee, keep us safe!>they go, all of them>can hear muffled giggling and occasional guffaw>dutchwarcry.wav>vaguely hear frightened whispers>silence........for about 30 min>what are they up to?>twigs show up, glock in hand>my time here is done>creeping away>WE HAVE A GUN DON'T FUCK WIT US NIGGA>back at my camp>make pointy stick with notch at other end, wait>back to their camp>assassin's creed my way to hush truck>hello old friend>push pointy stick into ground, blocking driver door, hang keys from notch>went over to dirt road, quietly poured out some water and scooped up mud>wrote hush again, hood, both doors, windshield>retreat to hiding space>wait, 2 or 3 hours>sun coming up, grill opens tent>right back inside, panicked conversation>YO GET UP GET UP GET UP GET THE GUN GET THE GUN>everyone freaking out, scanning the woods>THOSE ARE MY KEYS YO WAT DA FAK YO WHY DEY GOT MA KEYS?!?!>guntwig sweeping his friends repeatedly>grills want to leave, twigs want to stay and freak out more>grills start walking, twigs get in trucks, grills get in they leave>gotta go fast>run to their camp>they left everything>use as much of their shit as I can to spell out HUSH near what's left of their fire>back to hiding spot>hours passCont.
