So, this professor moved in…on the unknown city in the woods that had signs that said, “Keep Out, for Fear” pretty much everywhere.
(I’m rather proud of that long sentence, I think, you know.)
It’s this city:
I started out by strolling down the dirt path… When you decide to walk into a city that you’re not supposed to be in, just walk in–strolling, if you can. It makes people thing that you belong.
Of course, I didn’t get far.
The professor ran into a guard of sorts. He was carrying a rifle, and he was wearing odd goggles.
As I made my way up to him, I was debating if he could see me or not. (The googles were thick.)
“Halt,” he said.
Alas, he could see.
“Yo,” I said.
“Halt,” he repeated.
This time, I stopped walking.
“Yo?” the professor said again.
“Why are you acting as if I’m going to talk with you?” he asked. “I’m just stopping you from going in the city. That’s all.”
“Well,” this professor began, desperately looking for an angle to attack from–not physically, mind you. “What goes on in that city of yours?”
“This,” the guard said, “is the city-state of…” He stopped cold. “I’ve forgotten the name of the city. It’s quite new. But I guard it.”
“That’s an interest,” I admitted. “Who leads this city-state?”
“Amelia Franklin is our leader.”
If I had a heart, it would’ve stopped. (I’m heartless. Ever since the plains of Troy. I was a young warrior there.)
“Amelia…” I repeated, somewhat dazed I should admit.
“Yep. Now scurry off…before I shoot you.”
The bloke leveled his weapon at me.
And that’s when the professor acted.
I won’t bore you with the move, partly because I don’t remember it. These things just come natural to me.
But, ten seconds later, this professor was holding the gun, and the guard was out cold.
Now…to see what this city was about.