UnGames:Make it to Ketchikan/DesertIsHell

Through the long night, you travel afar,

There's nothing to guide you, not even a star,

The dry desert air, your skin it will char,

You're going to get hit in the face by a car.

Your mind's surely ready, is your fate quite on par?

• Mr. Writer, this rhyming game's rather bizarre.
• Time to head back. Salt Lake City's too far.
• This is quite boring, let's play some guitar.