A Kranioclast production
Unkle John & Craig · one backyard · finite days
You are Unkle John, conspiracy walrus, grey of beard, Walmart of shirt, tinfoil of hat. You have a smoker, a seal named Craig, a white cat named Luna with one green eye and one blue, and a landlord who believes in inspections.
The bar across the top is your life. It only goes down. Every day you choose: earn in the cage, or smoke hotdogs in the sun and hope nobody photographs the smoke.
When the bar runs out you get an epitaph. The epitaph is the score.
Hold SPACE or click to stoke · 1 through 5 picks a day
Backyard · barrel smoker
Too cold and they're raw. Too hot and they split. Stoke in bursts. Twelve seconds.
Unannounced · per lease section 11(c)
Click everything that violates the lease. Six seconds. Craig is already under the sink.
Notice
Something happened.
Sunday · the swap meet
On hand $0
Kept in a jar
Here lies