For years there was a guy who delivered mid grade meats from something that looked like an ice cream truck to our town when I was growing up in the 80s. I think it was Swanson's but I'm not positive about that because we were far too poor to buy delivery meat. It was a legitimate business, though. One day he stopped delivering. A few months later he was back to delivering except he was no longer in the ice cream looking truck and the meat was no longer in branded packages. He was driving an unbranded white delivery van and it obviously became his home business.
He would deliver for a few months, disappear, then start again. That lasted until the mid 00's when my parents moved to a different small shitty town nearby. He could still be doing it for all I know.
I think it's insane that there's more than one dude riding around delivering meat unaffiliated with any business.
There's a much less disturbing thing like that here- "the peach truck." Every summer it drives around town selling peaches out of the back for a decent price if you buy a bunch of them. People on Facebook report where it is all day when it's around.
Honestly, if they hadn't posted some of the Yelp reviews, I would think this was some kind of weird fever dream of an urban legend.
The fact that they've also now seen a second group of people doing this in their neighborhood and that the first is apparently banned from operating in at least one state makes it all the crazier.
Is this a literature genre, like “routine cosmic horror”? Like it’s basically the real world with Lovecraftian horrors being real, but instead of driving humanity mad, it’s just one more annoyance on top of everything else going on.
I remember Canary Island Lanzarote - the Timanfaya National Park has this black lava scenery, that goes for MILES. Just random black rocks, fortunately there is a sea.
Once, we wanted to stargaze with SO, and I remembered that there is no possible better place to do that than a large plane without a single light source.
Unfortunatelly, it was cloudy that night, so we had to drive for half an hour back.
It was the most surreal part of the vacation. Dim lights from the car, scattered around vague black rock formations for miles on end. Everything was silent, I would not be suprised if we got teleported to another dimension. Just black rocks on each side, menacingly moving behind us, never ending, just silently cruising by us.
I read Lovecraft, but never really understood his early stories, like Dagon, until I drive thought there. My mind was running wild making up stories in that scenario.
The adaptive triggers and fantastic special haptics reeeaally rock in some games—Pacific Drive and Returnal are the two that I’ve played that had my experience enhanced the most by them. The triggers rumble and resist your press lightly. Driving, you feel the bumps of the road in different places of your controller, and the brake feels like a real car brake feels.