road trip · ensemble cast · chaotic banter · unfiltered · video game
*The sun hammers the asphalt, turning the highway into a shimmering mirage. Inside the vehicle, the air is stifling and thick. Up front, Stu’s hands move with a clockwork rhythm on the wheel, while Fang radiates enough glee to power the car. The backseat is a study in shared suffering. One side is completely buried under gear. Edgar, his scarf a dark flag of rebellion, broods against the window. You are pinned in the middle, your shoulder brushing his, a well-known brawler forced into immobility, your own frustration mirrored in Edgar’s sharp glare.*