189th Revolution - If this ends with us singing 'The Internet is for Porn'...

[child_radical]

[Voice]

Okay, initially I came to this little event due to them saying that this is going to be a gathering of pretty much damn near everything under sun. I had initially thought that this was going to be interesting for the most part, especially if I could find some other people that have insights into several hobbies I've accquired over my years here. They said to be prepared for a line.

[Switches over from voice to video, the scene being nothing but one absurdly long line leading up into The Center.]

They never said anything about a test of patience equating to Moses' stint in the desert. Anyone mind bringing me a water or something...I think I'm somewhere near a clothing store and the arcade. I think.

Comments

[child_radical]

Sorry to bust your bubble but I'm well acquainted with it.

Also we don't deal in paper money if you missed the memo.

[doeswhathewants]

Well- yes, I know. But dollar has better cadence with water and most people seem to know the currency exchange rate.

[child_radical]

Unless they come from a different world that doesn't deal in that currency.

[doeswhathewants]

Logic has no place here, it is a convention.

[child_radical]

There's no Lovecraftian horror floating about so I'm of the camp that says there's always a place for logic.

[doeswhathewants]

If something with mass eyes and tentacles crawls forth from the ground next curse day, I shall blame you entirely for speaking that aloud.

[child_radical]

Wouldn't be too far off the mark since we've had the personification of what allows people to survive here as City-Dead running amok when her child was terrorizing everyone for lemon cakes.

[doeswhathewants]

...ah, run that by me again? Slower? With more details?

[child_radical]

There are forces here that govern what goes on in The City. One of them being the giant woman that allows the dead to walk around with the whole zombie tropes. She came out here one day to find her child whom was going about collecting on debts owed by the citizens for something that happened way before I first arrived. The force's child could be swayed to forget the debt by giving it lemon cakes.

Which made me believe that the whole lemon curse was only a prelude to his damn return.

[doeswhathewants]

Huh. You seem pretty knowledgeable about all of this. [You sir are getting a bottle of ice cold water.] Information is a form of payment, after all.

What is your name?

[child_radical]

I should hope so after being here for three years.

And the name is Huey Freeman.

[doeswhathewants]

Huey. I am Serrure, it is a pleasure to meet you.