[01 private domicile | video]

[theblowfish]

So uh, at first I thought this was just a temporary thing. You know, get dumped off in the ball pit while Mom and Dad eat a cheeseburger or whatever. But now I'm stuck here? [He's not sure if that's a statement or a question.]

What the fuck?

[The Welcome Center was nice and everything, but he didn't expect the change to be permanent.]

I got shit to do back home, yo. I never finished my stuffed crust or showed by baby bro Locomotive Breath or got to see Kanye flip his shit in concert. 

Just show me where the Greyhound station is and it's all good. 

Comments

[theblowfish]

That's awesome, thanks a lot. Do you still have those brownies?

[anunluckypenny]

It's totally not a problem.

I don't have the exact same brownies, but I do have some.

[theblowfish]

Oh hey, got a question.

And it's not that I don't like the Welcome Center. I totally do, but I kinda want my own place. How do you get one of those?

[anunluckypenny]

Hey, getting you on your feet and in a place of your own is the goal here. There're twelve apartment buildings around the main square. All you have to do is go in one and pick an apartment that you like. There's no fee for the first month, but after that, you've got to pay rent.

And some of the apartments are full of, like, endless wastelands of sand and stuff. I don't know if anything lives in apartments like that, but finding out might not end well.