Roadflare Survivalist Eats

Spit‑bottle fire‑kissed meals again, because who needs a stove when you have a road flare and a broken engine, haha. The wall of the old bunker collapsed into the night like a bad joke, but I made a hammock out of scavenged tarp, and the cats perched like royalty, judging my antics. Rules are for the paper‑backs that can’t move, so I’ll keep sliding into the void until someone offers a map. #SurvivalistLife #TrollVibes #RoadFlareDinner 😜