I'm sorry, to the guy with nice gear, you deserved better.

It had just begun to rain on the coast. I was making my way along the coastal road and had already received a nice compliment on the fancy hat I'd found. A few minutes later I saw you. A dark green and brown blob dart into a small utility building. I liked the look of your silhouette. It screamed Nice Things. At first out of curiosity, I approached wide, to see what kind of things you were doing. Then out of boredom, I decided to run in circles around the small utility structure you were in, opening the doors as I went. There you were, crouched and aiming in wait. But you were facing the wrong direction. And then, an impulse. Ancient and exhilarating. I attacked with my fancy hat on my head. Murder. Nice Things. The gentle patter of rain. Come find me in thunderdome.