Taylor - Storage, Gamer’s mind

I touched the car again, and it vanished. The corpses underneath didn't. Gamer's mind helped me to keep from wincing.

"You can let my Dad go," I said. "And you can maybe get to run away. If you kill him, I'm going to drop a car on you, or maybe worse."

"Worse?"

"I'll send you to the bad place," I said.

I bent down and touched the foot of one of the corpses. It vanished.

I touched the next corpse, and it vanished as well. Apparently corpses counted enough as identical that they would stack. I doubted that I'd be able to remember which was which, so I'd have to pull them all out.

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I used my inventory to begin moving bodies; into inventory, and then out of it and into the car. One after the others, with the exception of Dad, who went into his own inventory box. I could keep him there, timeless until I decided what to do with him.

The car went into my inventory too. I suspected that it was getting close to the limit of what I could place in the inventory, although it was possible that I could put more than one in there. I'd have to practice and see once I got back to town.

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