Riding down the blissful country side with my friends, reminiscing on all the adventures we have had together, I happen to notice a downed helicopter. It was sitting there, all lonely, beckoning my presence. So I relay to my fellows of the chopper’s whereabouts and we park our van under a nice shady tree along side the road. We hop out and proceed to form our regular perimeters as two of my buddies make their way to the lonesome chopper.
What a plethora of finds! There was a medical box filled to the brim, AS50 and camo for all! We must be lucky, we had all thought, as we made our way back to the van. As we all took our sits, the tree let appear a grin. As we hit the gas and made our way forward the tree let out a NOPE.avi. A ball of flame consumed my visage and our van was flipped in the air. Our spoils were gone and our bodies to ashes. Thank you mister tree.