You stared at the tendril in fear. It slithered through the distance between you and it. With a girlish shriek, you ran out through the door in panic while flailing your arms and screaming in unbridled panic. When you were certain that the strange tendril wasn't chasing you anymore, you sighed in relief and started walking down the street. There was no way that you were returning home so soon...

As you walk down the street, you see something on the side of it. When you look closer you see a cardboard box. What's a box doing here on its own..? You see no hobos who have claimed the box as their own. But what should you do with the box? You could pick it up and dispose of it, or you could just kick the box around for a bit.

Let's be a good samaritan and take the box home to pick up the litter in our community~

GAME ON, BOX! LEEEEEEROOOOOOY JEEEEEEEENKIIIIIINSSS!