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Stranded in town after getting kicked out for unpaid bills, you’ve got a few coins, an empty van, and a rusted car with a shady past. It’s been sitting behind the dance hall since the early ’80s—no one knows what’s in the trunk, and maybe it’s better that way.
No money, no house, maybe something illegal in the boot.
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It’s the mid ’90s. You’ve been evicted for ignoring your bills like a legend, and now you're stuck in town with nothing but a few sad coins in your pocket and zero plans for survival. Your uncle—who clearly thinks this is hilarious—throws you the keys to his old van. But, of course, it's out of gas and more rust than vehicle.
And that’s just the beginning of your problems.
You’ve somehow ended up with ownership of a beat-up hunk of metal that’s been rotting behind the local dance hall since 82. Yeah, that car—the one everyone in town whispers about. It used to belong to a shady black-market outfit pushing illegal ciggies and unlicensed sugar wine that could probably fuel a small aircraft. When the heat came down, the boss tried to make a run for it… but the car died mid-escape. Iconic.
The cops investigated. Interior? Spotless. Suspiciously spotless. But the trunk? Never opened. The lock’s sealed tight, and no one’s dared crack it open since. Rumors say it’s packed with contraband, cursed booze, or worse. One guy swears he heard it growl.
Now it’s your problem.
No house. No job. No money. Just a shady van running on air, a possibly haunted contraband-mobile, and a town that already thinks you’re sketchy.
Welcome to my, My Summer Car save. Open the trunk… or don’t. Either way, you're in deep.
And that’s just the beginning of your problems.
You’ve somehow ended up with ownership of a beat-up hunk of metal that’s been rotting behind the local dance hall since 82. Yeah, that car—the one everyone in town whispers about. It used to belong to a shady black-market outfit pushing illegal ciggies and unlicensed sugar wine that could probably fuel a small aircraft. When the heat came down, the boss tried to make a run for it… but the car died mid-escape. Iconic.
The cops investigated. Interior? Spotless. Suspiciously spotless. But the trunk? Never opened. The lock’s sealed tight, and no one’s dared crack it open since. Rumors say it’s packed with contraband, cursed booze, or worse. One guy swears he heard it growl.
Now it’s your problem.
No house. No job. No money. Just a shady van running on air, a possibly haunted contraband-mobile, and a town that already thinks you’re sketchy.
Welcome to my, My Summer Car save. Open the trunk… or don’t. Either way, you're in deep.