UnGames:Make it to Ketchikan/Interstate5 (Socks)
You walk down the I-5 in your dirty, stinky socks. (It could be worse; at least those socks don't have any giant holes in them!) Some may be pleased by socks, but not the primal moccasin spirits who haunt this most notorious of highways. They are watching you walk around nothing but socks, a most blasphemous gesture in their eyes.
The powerful souls of moose, deer and buffalo whose hides were used to construct the first moccasins thousands of years ago still watch over you. And the madman who thought creating a moccasin would be a good idea, he's also staring at you, both horrified and amused by your heretical footwear.
He prays to the god Mokkááwŝen, who is ashamed that one of his most devout followers has now betrayed him. So Mokkááwŝen summons a storm of flexible leather footwear to rain down from the sky, and you are crushed in it.
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