Board Thread:Hosting Games/@comment-28692716-20190909054017/@comment-28692716-20190909163532

His father drove him over to the scrapyard in a fairly rusty car. It may not be the best car, but it was the one Philip knew for the longest time.

Soon, the car parked near the nearby scrapyard, his father parking it.

Dad: We're here. Do you need a hand getting material?