You Can Never Escape [the Salt Flats]

You feel a sense of dread as you step into them. The Thicc Horse that has carried you so far throughout BOAT stops. It pauses. There is so much salt. The salt flats expand onwards, passing the horizon, appearing behind you, despite having not been there previously. The aura of emptiness begins to eat at your soul, tugging, stretching, condensing. The salt sucks the moisture from your body through its very presence. The horse begins to lick the ground. Horses love salt, do they not? But this is too much even for a thicc horse. It struggles. It licks the ground once more, before losing its ability to stand, collapsing from the sheer overwhelming presence of the salt flats.

It is no more. The Salt Flats have won. There is only one thing left to do. Vote Salt Flats today.