the sign switches back to reading "MOON CITY: CITY LIMITS: 5 MILES". An arrow above the phrase points forward (or upward depending on how you look at it).
Your surroundings seem to be gone. You're still on a sidewalk, but it appears to be near a highway in the middle of nowhere. Off in the distance you can see city lights.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Assuming that it takes about an hour to walk two miles, walk along the road toward the city in search of the bus station. Hopefully we have enough energy for this.
You arrive at the bus station a little less than an hour later surprisingly unfazed by the long, uneventful walk.
The bus terminal is not like one you've ever seen. The building resembles an adobe hut made out of glowing play-dough, and the entire structure has an odd, purplish glow about it.
Out front is a bench made out of what appears to be glass.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You're not sure how much bus fare is around here, it's been awhile since you've actually taken a bus anywhere. Walking's been your thing lately. But you figure a dollar fifty should be good enough, surely.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The busdriver is clearly not human, and you blink a moment. He has somewhat porcine features and greenish skin, as well as two large tusks protruding from his lower jaw. He's also much larger than a person.
It's not long before the bus enters the city, and as the bus rolls up to its first stop--near a dingy apartment complex with a blue neon sign reading "Lul Residentials" attached to it at an awkward, mostly-veritcal angle--Rhlkklk stands up to exit, waving to you to follow him
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the sign switches back to reading "MOON CITY: CITY LIMITS: 5 MILES". An arrow above the phrase points forward (or upward depending on how you look at it).
MOON CITY BUS TERMINAL: 2 MILES
You briefly wonder if your pocket full of quarters might be enough for bus fare.
You arrive at the bus station a little less than an hour later surprisingly unfazed by the long, uneventful walk.
The bus terminal is not like one you've ever seen. The building resembles an adobe hut made out of glowing play-dough, and the entire structure has an odd, purplish glow about it.
Out front is a bench made out of what appears to be glass.
If nothing happens, take a nap on the bench whilst waiting for a bus to come.
You're not sure how much bus fare is around here, it's been awhile since you've actually taken a bus anywhere. Walking's been your thing lately. But you figure a dollar fifty should be good enough, surely.
You enter the bus, and a large hand sticks out.
"Fare?"
The busdriver is clearly not human, and you blink a moment. He has somewhat porcine features and greenish skin, as well as two large tusks protruding from his lower jaw. He's also much larger than a person.
You assume that despite your best efforts to look androgynous, he assumed you were a girl.
You see only one available seat, next to what appears to be a humanoid cockroach.
"Hbbbhm?"
"Nnno, nno, nnot at all. bbbh."
The creature scoots over to give you some room.
"Hbbbbbm, yezh, I live there, bbbm. But you seemm to be nnew here, yes, bbbbm?"
He glances out the window.
"Bbbbbbbbbvl, yes." The insectoid scratches his mandible thoughtfully. "Yes, we can help each other, vvbm. Have you a name?"
You meekly stutter out your name to the cockroach creature.
"Mnnnbl. Yes bbblnbv. I, am called Rhlkklk. A pleasure, bbn."
"gggk. A violin. A violin for a friend is all."
He rubs his forelegs together and nods.
"She plays, she does, vvlm."
"vvvvvvvvn, information about our lovely city, and a place to stay of course."
He scratches his mandibles
"if this one would rather not, that is fine too, mnnbg"
"Good. Good ttshvmb. We are almost there."
Rhlkklk reclines and turns his head to look out the window.
"You will not regret this decision, bbbvm."
((Take any further actions you wish to take before exiting the bus. If none are suggested, I'll move on.))
[INVENTORY: $3.15 in American money, The N Key]
You see the highway roll by whilst silently contemplating to yourself if you'll ever drink the sweet nectar of Coca-Cola© again.
It's not long before the bus enters the city, and as the bus rolls up to its first stop--near a dingy apartment complex with a blue neon sign reading "Lul Residentials" attached to it at an awkward, mostly-veritcal angle--Rhlkklk stands up to exit, waving to you to follow him