I look over at Phred, who's wiping out beer mugs behind the bar, and say "Ya know, it's been pretty boring round these parts lately."
"Yep."
"Not that that's a bad thing."
"Yep."
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
I look over at Phred, who's wiping out beer mugs behind the bar, and say "Ya know, it's been pretty boring round these parts lately."
"Yep."
"Not that that's a bad thing."
"Yep."
Motes of dust filter through the air. The sun shines.
An unearthly howl is heard in the distance. Upstairs the maid screams. A door slams.
Suddenly a shot rings out!
(This twist in the plot will baffle the readers...)
Meanwhile, on a ranch in Montana, a boy was growing up.
And somewhere on an island in the South Pacific, dark drums began to beat. . .
Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon!
Filled with scantily clad maidens, and even more scantily clad lads, accompanied by mermaids and dancing dolphins.
While millions were starving, the king lived in luxury.
Wolves howl in the door.
Their alpha female tells them, "What, do you think I want to air condition the whole forest? In or out, make up your minds."