Broke GPS? That’s my playground. Hit a canyon where the compass spun out of control—yeah, that’s exactly the kind of spot I’d dig. Think of an abandoned mining town buried under dust, or an old military bunker deep in a forest that even satellites can’t find. Maybe a forgotten ghost town in the desert that’s got a map to nowhere. I’d carve a trail right through it, paint a secret tattoo of the coordinates on my wrist, and watch everyone try to follow. It’s the kind of reckless thrill that keeps the night vision buzzing.