>>158497150i'll fucking do it too.
i have a polaroid camera and film.
i'll go to a thrift store, buy some raggedy green clothes and an old worn down chest.
i live in vancouver, and i know the trails and woods here like the back of my hand.
being poor as fuck, me and my friends would crawl through storm drains in the woods and end up fuck knows where. somehow there was a dilapidated car there, too. it was uphill, old growth, and there were no roads anywhere.
i still know the route, and it's even more creepy now since the jet fuel tanks started leaking into the soil, the river has become putrid and the foliage withered and eerie.
i'll give out directions and co-ordinates online and camp out for a day in wait, wearing a ghillie suit made of garbage bag slivers stapled to an old green jacket.
you don't know how fucking serious i am about this. only question is, what should i put in the box?