The frozen wastelands of the arctic desert

It's cold. It's been cold since we got here. Somehow... I think it's going to be cold tomorrow...

The project started so simply, how it ended (or is ending) with us wandering the frozen wastelands of the arctic desert, escapes me.

We knew we shouldn't have taken the project, we don't work well as a team, but we needed the money. That's always how it starts, right? Blah blah blah blah, but... we needed the money. Everyone always needs the money. Welcome to the world, here's a bottle. I'd recommend getting in line at the DMV because you'll probably be of age by the time it's your turn. Silly baby...

So, I started drawing sketches of the logo and he started sketching possible website ideas. Everything seemed to be going fine... on paper. We argued constantly, but remained civil for the most part. Flicking paper clips at each other, snapping rubber bands... but then the pranks began. Phone pranks, internet pranks, chair pranks, mail pranks. This is why we should never work together.

Eventually, while we were trying to finalize a color scheme, a large box appeared on our doorstep. Assuming it to be another of his 'hilarious' pranks, I ignored it. Whilst I was tracing a few of my sketches into illustrator he opened the door and saw the package. He freaked out thinking it was one of my pranks, but I still figured it was just one of his pranks. He was probably trying to get my to get into the box to ship me off to alaska, the asshole.

Long story short. It was and, he did. But the only way I would trust him was if he got in, too.

So now, we're being shipped off to alaska.

-Really?! That's so fucking cliche! I don't know why I work with you, your the most unimaginative person I've ever known!

-Me?! muh, you!

- ...

So whipped out my tiny flash light, steadler pencil, and moleskin and continued working on the project. I'm going to do the whole thing, bollocks to not being a web designer. And this is where the whole trouble really began.

After landing and decided on a website sketch and began searching for a way home. He remained on the plane which ended up going further North, the idiot. Looking around I realized I was in a town where I could possibly get help. I stopped in at the nearest internet cafe (convenient!) and sat down at a computer. I handed the lady there my credit card and sat down at a computer, instantly forgetting that I was by myself in a strange land.

I opened up the internet and began general surfing, while simultaneously opening up remote desktop to access the logo I had traced earlier that... week. I decided on a blue, monochromatic color scheme and flushed out the colors on the logo. I called the client to see if they had time to look at the logo mock-ups I had sent, so that I could get started working on their web site. They did, and they chose the one they liked best (with little to no changes). So I started to lay out the website when the building exploded all around me.

The intense heat forced me to the ground. Right at that time a piece of shrapnel from the explosion was sent flying through the computer I was working on.

- I'm going to charge you for that!

I blacked out.

Next thing I knew I was in a helicopter.

- I told you that was a bad idea.

I looked up and instantly understood.

-You're the reason we're here in the first place! You and your stupid, cliche, pranks!

- Yea well that last one wasn't cliche!

- You blew up the cafe?! You're insane!

- You were trying to do web development! You're a designer!

- Take me home!

Suddenly the pilot changed course and started going towards, what I assumed was, home. I started in disbelief.

- Well you are the one paying for this.

- I don't have any money and my credit card is probably melted in the cafe you all destroyed!

The pilot and wing man looked at each other.

- So let me get this straight, not only are you a graphic designer who was pretending to be a web developer, but you're not going to pay us either?

I looked around with fear as the wing man stepped back towards us. My partner wasn't paying attention, he was too focus on his own look of triumph for what he thought was a good prank. Asshole.

We were both promptly shoved out of the helicopter.