Destroy the Big Bad

The city was in lockdown. Doors were closed. Piles of burnt corn rolled about the streets. Houses no longer rearranged as they were supposed to.

As I walked around, it was clear that this was not how it normally was.

To a tourist from outside, even this absolute silence would be overtly strange, obviously wrong.

I reached around for my watering canister, and shook it vigorously until its external snakes decided to fetch me some liquid. Thirst quenched for now, I advanced forward in search of some sort of - any sort of reputable or respectable station.

But as time went by, my legs began to shake.

These streets were too long - the corn was too much to trudge through - my legs were folding together.

Then, I saw it: The bus stop.

I took a seat, glad at finding a remedy. At last - I could rest, and find something interesting in this pointless place!

The bus was taking its time.

Any minute... any hour now?

Hm - maybe I've got to pay my ticket beforehand.

Hey, you're sitting beside me, right? Please tell me, if you know...

How much the bus costs?

Oh! Thank you.

It costs five pieces?

Thanks for the -

Thanks,

Tha - thanks,

T_h^aNks ^F_OR the [B]US FARE.

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