It's a quiet town, riddling with the bustle of ants and roaches. Not an attractive observatory at all and a worse domicile.There is a chance of getitng out of this dump but my searches for the right exit seem harder than it looks, and that is not saying to much either.
The city gates baracade passage due to social-quarentines as the peace-guards call it, a way to keep people who distribute disaster from mucking about. I personally find this whole situation frustrating, worse yet surviving this mess puzzzles me.
I remember now, I am in last month before the famed 2012 apocalypse, everybody behaves like they have only 10 seconds left to screw. People resort to panic, ferility, and madness. I am a madman, and as such I have persisted though situations like this before. It's funny how the 'imballanced' persitst calmly though chaos.
Well, I guess I am to move forward, I might check out the tunnels of this backwater hillbilly town, they might be safe....
