[[Start]]<<set $subkey = 0>>Much like the world that has sentenced you to the profession of pizza delivery, the elements can be cruel. Your car's stereo system at maximum volume is still mostly drowned out by the howling winds. Your high beams hardly pierce through the snow.
It's horrible out here, and what are you going to have to show for it? Even a hefty tip wouldn't make it worth all this. You don't have a well lit road to rely on. Hell, you don't even have the <i>yellow dashed lines</i> to keep you on your side of the road. It's not like you'll be running into any cars out here anyway, except for maybe some other unlucky delivery driver.
[["You know how tires sort of lose some pressure when it's unusually cold out?"|Start2]]"Hi. Is that your car stuck up there on the side of road?" the man asks, his voice subdued with a
[["Yeah, thanks a lot. I'm not exactly in my element, I appreciate it.|e1b]]
[["No, really, that's alright. I think I can fix my tire and get out of here without too much trouble."|e1a]]As you walk away, you can't shake the feeling that there was something... something just <i>off</i>. The eyes, maybe, or the cadence with which they spoke. Well, they certainly do. Following a deep popping noise, you feel the passenger side of the car slump down in the front. Your heart rate begins to pick up slightly.
You can't drive like this; it would be reckless and there's no point