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Without much thinking, you begin to traverse out of the forest. Thankfully the goddess that punched you to kingdom come didn’t send you too deep into the forest Few minutes of following the light as a land marker you got out of the forest easily. Boy… you can use a hotdog right now, one with pickle and bacon wrapping the sausage. Heh heh… sausages, phrasing. Within that dirty mind of yours, a vehicle materialized with the proud name of Oscar Mayer. Guess that solves your current problem.
Inside the car was roomy, with legroom in the driver’s seat and clean seats. What surprised you were the back, several insulated storages filled with hotdogs on one side and a wide array of condiments on the other. Sadly you couldn’t find Heinz ketchup. Still in your torn pajamas (since you were too much of a lazy fuck) you snagged yourself a hotdog with-
>Choose three condiments/toppings of your hotdog (ketchup, mustard, relish, horseradish, sauerkraut, coleslaw, jalapeno, mayo, caramelized onion, chili, garlic aioli, cranberry sauce).
With your choice of hotdog ready you set out to drive. You put in the “John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads” and started the drive, the sound was boosted by your OST ability. The open window let in the crisp wind, mixed in with the warm hotdogs. The sparkling stars decorated the dark blue sky, and the lights of the tournament lit brilliantly harmoniously with the stars. After a good hour of driving or so, you found yourself another problem. The light you have been following was within the tall mountains. Something a car can’t exactly traverse in. You saw a figure afar in the sky, maybe he or she can help?
>Call out to the figure and ask if he or she can lift your car to the tournament.
>Materalize a new vehicle and continue your way up
>Write-in
