State Farm® Clear Cards+ 😶🌫️🫥 #8
“When the air itself becomes your prison…” 🦬😷😟🐅🐫
Meet the Biohazard Convoy™—Bison Oxygenmask’s toxic juggernauts crushing wastelands under corroded treads. Each behemoth drips corrosive sludge, pumping poisonous gas canisters branded with Bison’s bull-horn seal™. Survivors call them “Carnivore Carriers™”—because the air they exhale eats flesh.
Convoy Elements
Sulphur Choke Point™: where every inhalation scorches lung-tissue with chemical fire.
Ashen Fallout Depot™: toxic barrels stacked like tombstones, exploding into plumes of carcinogen™.
Rustmouth Quarantine™: quarantine zones where the living are herded like cattle into filtration units—never to return.
Drivers sport armored oxygen helmets with glowing visors: holos project the last moments of your life, looped endlessly. The convoy’s horn blasts an eldritch siren: “Mask Up or Melt Down.” Behind the wheel, Bison’s own avatar stands proud, snorting noxious fumes.
This isn’t a supply run—it’s a forced purge of nature. The Biohazard Convoy™ doesn’t bring death by steel; it delivers it by the breathless minute. And those caught in its path learn too late that air can kill far slower—and far more painfully—than any bullet.
