You walk to Infictive county, strumming your guitar along the way

You spend what little funds you have left on vegetable jerky and back up guitar strings. Your plan. To walk the three hundred miles and make this your fresh start. You have burned your notebooks. All your songs shall be created on the road. Cars are always stopping asking if you want a ride. As far as you can tell they are all perverts wanting some ass, even the ladies.

• 1 You encounter a wandering hippy
• 2 It rains a lot
• 3 You ride a horse you find wandering
• 4 You cross a massive youth movement
• 5 You find dice beside the road among other objects
• 6 You write a double albums worth of material on your walk

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