Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [02/18].

[howareyanow]

When Wayne got to work (or, more appropriateleh, when Wayne got to that place he went where he nearly every week went at a specific time to do things to keep himself busy because he hated being idle and not having chores) that day, he set right to it, moving things from here to here, checking on the bitey bits, the snowmobile, and began picking his way through the somehow endless piles of scrap to work through, trying to piece out salvagable items and throw the worst stuff to the bitey bits or the incinerator.

Waiting for that inevitable moment when he unearthed something truly horrific and offensive.

So far, though, so good. Until he managed to dig out what looked like the body of a car that seemed fairly normal (suspiciously so) at first, until he went and got himself a closer look.

"...now that just ain't right," he murmured, wondering how difficult it would be to manuever a whole vehicle into the incinerator.

Syndulla Scrap is open!