60 Rifts. 0 Grip on Reality.

WHAT’S INSIDE

60 x Rift Sandwich Units
An aggressively unnecessary amount of space-bent ice cream:

• Insanely crisp, stupidly light, sanity-fraying texture
• Loud crunch → instant disappear → immediate need for another
• Shelf-stable: stash in secret lairs, offices, con bags, glove boxes, and chaos HQs.

This is not a bulk pack. This is a controlled tear in the timeline.

We took ice cream sandwiches, shoved them through a cosmic glitch, and let them come back wrong on purpose. Now they exist as shattered, freeze-dried slabs of chocolate and cream that:

• crunch like broken reality, 
• melt like a hallucination,
• and gaslight your brain into asking, “Was that even real?”

No freezer. No melt. No chill. Just mind-bending, rift-born chaos in every bite.

RECOMMENDED MISUSE

Unleash when:

• You need leverage, devotion, or a few new cult members.
• You’re fuelling all-nighters, gaming sessions, raids, or deeply questionable schemes.
• Emotional spirals, regret, and deep impending doom demand something unhinged enough to match your inner collapse.
• You want snacks that melt your brain like they slipped in from a parallel universe, not “just dessert.”

Side effects: hoarding, unhinged laughter, territorial snack-guarding, reckless handfuls, warped portion control, and an irreversible rift between you and basic freezer-aisle dessert.