On one fateful day in the Ivory household, Randal’s older brother, Luther, decided to go camping. And camping you went. You, Randal, Luther and the catmen hauled yourselves into a mysterious truck Luther somehow acquired and got on the road, as you, Randal, and Nyon sat in the backseat while Nyen and Luther were in the front.

You got as comfortable as you could on one of the seats, sighing deeply and tossing a blanket over your lap. Randal was restless as always, staring out the window in the back of the truck with a bored-yet-creepy smile on his face.

“I hope we spot some roadkill on the way…” he commented to no one in particular, his eyes locked onto the surroundings outside.