Þetta er lag sem ég samdi um daginn… ——- Eight hundred-twenty-one Normal number. It has another meaning to you, hasn't it? I know what happened, when you were hitching on the interstate, Interstate 821, your greatest source of brutal hate. You were alone, your friends ditched, so you began to walk home all by yourself, but suddenly your luck switched. As you were walking down the road, away from the woods, just before reaching the airport, there stopped a van with every possible goods. You...