Jan 7, 2017 21:16:48 GMT
Post by Qui on Jan 7, 2017 21:16:48 GMT
chapter 1
I walked through the streets, looking at all the stands. Today was a holiday, a big one at that, celebrating the legends who long ago fought for us. I stopped at a stand selling maps.some of them looked pretty cool, and I could hang one on my wall back home. one of the maps on the table was a map of the whole country. That one looked nice. "how much for that map?" I asked the vendor. "7 likes." he said. "look, can I get it for 6? I'm on a budget."
"fine." the vendor sighed.
I handed over the likes, and picked up the map, which I put it into my sheathe next to my sword. This sheathe showed I was a knight. We have an interesting form of government here: Depending on your age, wealth, and activity in the community (doing good deeds, volunteering, etc...) you were given a rank. the first rank you got was caveman, followed by pharaoh, spartan, gladiator... the list goes on. Many people claim that ranks aren't everything. It was started by people who were high ranks ironically, and it spread because people respected the elders. Which is exactly why ranks are so important. Respect. Ranks got you respect. They showed to what extent you are experienced, to what extent your morality and character go, and how trustworthy you are.
I passed by a stand selling old-fashioned radios. They were on channel 101.1, with Stephanie announcing the latest books released. I turned the dial to see if it worked, and it actually changed to the star wars news channel. The guy running the stand started shouting at me. either he doesn't want his wares touched, or he just really didn't like star wars. I kept walking down the street, with various stands on either side of me. I turned the corner and saw my friend con. "hey Qui." he greeted. "hi con."
"do you want to check out that stand over there?" I asked.
"the one selling dinosaurs? sure."
"I like this one." Con said. He pointed to the compy in the cage placed on top of the others. "How much?" "50 likes" the guy at the stand said. I spotted a his a pin on his chest that read 'hi, I'm waffleboy. "what? That's outrageous!" Con argued. "35." "50."
While con haggled with wgrubbs, I decided to check out the stand next to it, jumping over a triffid cone used to block the street, just because I felt like it. The next stand was selling mutant ducks. Before I even got to the stall though, I spotted sweets running up to the stall. "How much for a mutant duck?" She said, out of breath. "30 likes." The dealer said. Sweets pulled out her wallet and handed him the likes, without hesitation. She chose the cutest duck out of them all, but that's not saying much.
"Sweets, why do you want a creepy mutant duck so badly anyway?" I asked. "Bobby is not creepy.". "You named your insane duck bobby?" "Bobby has a math, physics, and law degree. He is the sane one here." She retorted. "you just got him, and your already claiming he's sane? Do you know how hard it is to take care of a mutant duck?" Before she could answer,
Con started running toward us, followed by the compy. Before he got to us, he stopped in his tracks, and started slowly walking backwards with his hands up. "No no no no no. Sweets, you bought a mutant duck, didn't you?" "Look sweets. I told her. Just as long as you train that thing and keep it from attacking us, you can keep it." And of course, just as I said that, 'bobby' ran into the crowd. "Bobby! Come back here!" Sweets commanded, before running after him. Con and I followed her, weaving our way through the crowd.
I walked through the streets, looking at all the stands. Today was a holiday, a big one at that, celebrating the legends who long ago fought for us. I stopped at a stand selling maps.some of them looked pretty cool, and I could hang one on my wall back home. one of the maps on the table was a map of the whole country. That one looked nice. "how much for that map?" I asked the vendor. "7 likes." he said. "look, can I get it for 6? I'm on a budget."
"fine." the vendor sighed.
I handed over the likes, and picked up the map, which I put it into my sheathe next to my sword. This sheathe showed I was a knight. We have an interesting form of government here: Depending on your age, wealth, and activity in the community (doing good deeds, volunteering, etc...) you were given a rank. the first rank you got was caveman, followed by pharaoh, spartan, gladiator... the list goes on. Many people claim that ranks aren't everything. It was started by people who were high ranks ironically, and it spread because people respected the elders. Which is exactly why ranks are so important. Respect. Ranks got you respect. They showed to what extent you are experienced, to what extent your morality and character go, and how trustworthy you are.
I passed by a stand selling old-fashioned radios. They were on channel 101.1, with Stephanie announcing the latest books released. I turned the dial to see if it worked, and it actually changed to the star wars news channel. The guy running the stand started shouting at me. either he doesn't want his wares touched, or he just really didn't like star wars. I kept walking down the street, with various stands on either side of me. I turned the corner and saw my friend con. "hey Qui." he greeted. "hi con."
"do you want to check out that stand over there?" I asked.
"the one selling dinosaurs? sure."
"I like this one." Con said. He pointed to the compy in the cage placed on top of the others. "How much?" "50 likes" the guy at the stand said. I spotted a his a pin on his chest that read 'hi, I'm waffleboy. "what? That's outrageous!" Con argued. "35." "50."
While con haggled with wgrubbs, I decided to check out the stand next to it, jumping over a triffid cone used to block the street, just because I felt like it. The next stand was selling mutant ducks. Before I even got to the stall though, I spotted sweets running up to the stall. "How much for a mutant duck?" She said, out of breath. "30 likes." The dealer said. Sweets pulled out her wallet and handed him the likes, without hesitation. She chose the cutest duck out of them all, but that's not saying much.
"Sweets, why do you want a creepy mutant duck so badly anyway?" I asked. "Bobby is not creepy.". "You named your insane duck bobby?" "Bobby has a math, physics, and law degree. He is the sane one here." She retorted. "you just got him, and your already claiming he's sane? Do you know how hard it is to take care of a mutant duck?" Before she could answer,
Con started running toward us, followed by the compy. Before he got to us, he stopped in his tracks, and started slowly walking backwards with his hands up. "No no no no no. Sweets, you bought a mutant duck, didn't you?" "Look sweets. I told her. Just as long as you train that thing and keep it from attacking us, you can keep it." And of course, just as I said that, 'bobby' ran into the crowd. "Bobby! Come back here!" Sweets commanded, before running after him. Con and I followed her, weaving our way through the crowd.
I can't believe I had the same awful signature for nearly 8 years.
Sorry for disappearing for 2 months, life happened for a bit.
Sorry for disappearing for 2 months, life happened for a bit.
I look forward to more.
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