Tarot of Death
Your Memento Mori is Useless
Bernartio checked under the car. Finding the drive shaft had fallen out and tje axle rotted to all hell. But. All the metal for the engine block and the transmission had reatined general form and qaulity. So he went to worl with a hacksaw and a wrench. It had a ungodly sound of screeching and metal scraping, but it was to be over quick. On his hip was a thing of his own creation. A small 9mm gun that seemed to be rusted but was actually just made of metal previously painted the tanish orange that rust has. With that Bernartio trusted himself to be a little more careless.