Eggtown was its name, and it comprised entirely of pedestrianised roads.
The youth of Eggtown accept only the kickest of flips.
But the growth slowed.
Without the steady stream of incoming smogboxes, demand for all zones flattened.
A train station was the natural solution.
Oh, they did.
Some of them brought dogs.
Clearly, the word has spread.
Eggtown is fully pedestrianised, they say.
Jobs are plentiful, there are no cats, and water falls from the sky.
The basketballs are communal, and made from solid gold.
These are my people.
11km isn’t actually that far, honestly.
It took about two hours.
Look, they’re my people.
I could build a bus stop by the train station, but I’m not going to.
In this town, people arrive when they’re there.
Things happen when they happen.
We go by the vibes clock.
As the crowd leaves the station, a lone resident wanders up to welcome them.
His name is Ashton Parker.
During their trudge through the industrial area (now hiring!
I begin some preparations.
And no, you’re free to’t delete both ends to trap them in a nightmare wheel forever.
Meanwhile, another 100 immigrants have arrived behind them.
Pausing briefly to delete a bus stop that some marchers stopped at (“That’s cheating!”
They resume walking, implictly accepting my challenge, making it stranger still that it condemns the surrounding factories.
I guess that was a load-bearing bus shelter.
Seconds later, a bus drives past, taunting them.
The drivers have specific instructions.
It is not impossible that I have taken this too far.
But whatever, tormenting newcomers is more important than trivialities like an economy.
I’mprobablynot inside that tower, staring down at my increasingly captive town with hateful, insane eyes.
Having damn nearly learned a humbling lesson about not tormenting my people, I set about tormenting my people.
No longer are they lining up to join Eggtown, but to leave.
Was it the forest fire and tornado simultaneously menacing the path into town?
Was it the mayor going mad with power almost immediately?
The realisation that we don’t even have any eggs?
I can only admit defeat.
The people, united, will never be defeated.
But I will keep trying.
