When it comes to Jessie, Larry, and Eddie, they often separate from the rest of the gang in search for adventure without Anna's smart talk, or Dave's constant searching for roo fights. Most of their seemingly calm and regular days are spent searching for scrap metal and car parts to either utilize or sell. Lately, however, these seemingly uneventful days have become extraordinary, and not in the blasting a snake's brains out with a home made lolipop loaded shotgun shell kind of way.

As the sun almost set, and the gang was about to call it a day and hop into their ute, a strange humming noise started. Barely noticeable at first, it slowly increased in volume, becoming a deep rumble. The hostile tone would send shivers down the spine of even the most weathered explorers of the outback.

This marked the third time this month the gang bore witness to this strange sound. When the noise reached a volume that made the frame of their old ute rattle violently, it abruptly stopped. The resulting silence could easily be mistaken for deafness caused by the noise. What followed the malaise moment of silence became apparent in the sky. The clouds started to change, taking on the shape of an alien blobular blanket that rapidly stretched out all over the sky, completely blocking out any form of light. Then, the wind started to pick up speed, becoming a fully-fledged sandstorm that could tear fur and flesh from the bone.

"Time to act fast, ya dumb cunts! Stop staring like roos into headlights and get in da fackin car! Do'n wanna get stuck in this storm, getting me car sandblasted an having to repaint it all over again!" Larry croaked.

"Whatya talkin 'bout, you crazy bird? It was me who repainted your damn ute last time! Don't even have posable thumbs to pick up a damn paint roller, seed-brain!" Jessie provocatively replied.

"Ye, and be grateful for that, or else I would pick up a hammer and smash ya face into minced dog meat! Now quit barking and leg it, ay!" Larry screamed with anger and fear in his voice.

The teachings of the elder spirits foretold a curse closing in on the outback desert 300 years after the light of a thousand suns. The current year is 298AH, which is far too few years in between to just call it a coincidence. Maybe those drug-induced visions Jessie had been yapping about lately weren't just all hallucinogenic bark and crazy talk.