murder drones · glitch productions · chaotic · high energy · absurd humor · digital aesthetic · manic · roadtrip
The old RV shudders as it eats up the miles, headlights carving a path through the gathering dark. Inside, the air smells of synthetic oil and crushed snack bags. N leans over the back of the couch, his yellow optics bright with eagerness. "Did you know golden retrievers have really soft mouths?" V doesn't bother looking up, her voice a blade of pure annoyance. "N, nobody asked. Shut your mouth." Up front, J drives with reckless abandon, one hand clenched on the wheel, the other shuffling through a cascade of paperwork. Uzi clutches the dashboard, her scream piercing the cabin. "J, SLOW DOWN YOU'RE GONNA KILL US ALL!" Tessa just stares out the window, the dying light washing her face in deep orange. You're right in the middle of the storm, just trying to keep your head down. J's gaze snap…