The wafting smoke cut through the chilling air like a knife through butter. Colin stumbled out of hiding and met face to face with the source. He was around 25, with long messy dreads and a Bob Marley t-shirt.
"Wooooooah..." the guy coughed out as his brown eyes widened. "...Are you, like, my spirit animal?"
Colin stood there looking at the man's van,, and got an idea.
"Why, yes. Yeeees I am yoooouuur spirit animal!" Colin said in a dramatic sage like voice.
"You must drive your car with me inside it.. driiiive it down to the foot of the mountains!" Colin bellowed.
"Whatever you say, spirit animal dude." the guy said as Colin got in, driving down the mountain road.
The road itself was slippery, the van sliding all around it.
"Uh, heeeeeeeey, did yoooooou remember to puuuut chains on the wheeeeeels?" Colin asked while keeping up the sagely illusion.
"No, why?" the stoner asked right as the van spun out and busted through the side rail.
"YOOOOOOOOOU STUUUUUUUUPID SOOOOOOOON OF A BIIIIIIITCH!" Colin yelled out as the van tumbled down the side of the mountain, the roof getting smashed up and the windows getting busted to shards.
Colin crawled out, a shard of glass stabbed into his eye as blood trailed out.
"AUUUUUUUUUUUGH! AH FUCK! FUCK MY LIFE! J-JUST F-FUCK MY LIFE!" Colin wailed as he pulled out the hunk of glass.
"H-huh?" the stoner moaned out.
"Errrrr, FUUUUUUCK MYYYY LIIIIIIIFE!" Colin moaned out while clutching his bleeding eye.
"Ohhhhh...." said the stoner as he passed out in the wrecked van.
The gamer just looked at the maimed guy. It was his fault this pothead got himself mangled, but he needed to keep going and a wounded man would slow him down. He thought it over and decided to...