The Highway to Hell

Who thought that an evening consisting of Sushi, Watchmen, and Boston Pizza, could turn out so horribly wrong...well, I, John Johnson, am here to relate the events of that faithful night, which occured, only a few short days ago....
It was a sunny day. The sky was blue, and the cold wind chills had died, creating what looked to be a possible first day of spring. The was good news, to the crew, who were embarking on a what was going to be the best night of their lives...Little did they know, things were about to get out of hand... Clouds rushed in, snow billowed from the fluffy white weightless masses, blanketing the streets. "Please!" John pleaded. "We must reschedule the trip! Its too dangerous to drive on these roads!" No one seemed to care what John had to say. "shut up John" they all yelled. "Go fuck a squirrel, you dirty shit heel"

Cautiously, John stepped inside the dark blue trap of death. 30 minutes later, he wished he hadn't. The snow storm had worsened...The car slowly plowed along the highway, as Chris tightly clutched the steering wheel. Without warning, a band of Rebel Nomad Deer leaped onto the road, forcing the car to a hault. They began banging and jumping on the hood, trying to smash the windows, and gain entry into the car.
"What the sh*t are those things?!" Mikara cried, frighteningly.
Chris pressed the automatic door locks...
"do you REALLY think that is going to help?" John quipped. "I told you we shouldnt have gotten in the car! Now we are all going to die!"
And with that, a large heavy hoof came crashing through the rear window....

TO BE CONTINUED.....