Not candy. Reality interference in a bag. Each one is an illegal transmission from a parallel universe, stupidly crisp, extra loud, and absolutely not cleared for civilian consumption.
Enter at Your Own Risk.
Smugglers Box
For Unhinged Cravings, Shameless Bribery, and “Touch This and You’ll Die” Energy.
A fully armed cache of our freeze dried contraband: cult favourites, blackout-level crunch, rotating mystery drops, and one classified alien artifact smuggled in solely to make things worse.
Not Wholesome. Not Stable. Not Welcome at Children’s Tables.
Once a basic treat. Now a weapon. Freeze-dried into vicious little shards that crunch like broken laws of physics and melt like your last three brain cells.
