SimCoug: I guess when the page loaded, it was about as exciting as the announcement for "Star Wars VII".
Ace❤: Thanks a bunch, Ace! Glad you enjoyed the reference, as well.
dubaidude303: Thanks a bunch!! The last image is so ominous, isn't it??
As Seen In Chapter 2. . .
But the nuclear power plant had other plans. . .
Chapter 3: Two Kilometer Island
Unfortunately, I didn't ever get to see the nuclear power plant's plans perfectly pan out because I skipped town that very night. I apparently started some trend of a Newport exodus, though... apparently all these people started getting some serious sickness shortly after I left. * sigh * Guess, I'll never know what happened to that good ol' town.
Important author's note: Radiation happened.
Of course I went to the largest city the taxi driver knew of: Roumeli, our region's "City That Never Sleeps". Except, ours typically dozes off a little after midnight. Details, details.
I quickly learned, though, that I, myself, would never sleep in this city; it was so confusing. I remember thinking to myself, "Wow, I wish I could have planned this city." And I sure wish I could have. That city's biggest budget expenditure was transportation, and they were doing a crappy job allocating it, I'd say. Too many roads, too many buses clogging up the roads, not enough rail or streetcar lines. Oy. It bugged that heck out of me, to be honest.
But I digress.
After my silent rant of the transportation system... I seriously needed a break. I stopped by at a pub on the East shore to see what I could find... to drink. I overheard the bartender and a man discussing some of the folklore of the city. Really, now? This city's like 5 years old. Nonetheless, I listened:
Bartender: Ay, they say that if you find the sun nestled on the top of Centennial Tower, you'll get a century of good fortune.
Man: A century??
Bartender: Would I lie?? Come on, now. Seems easy, right? Well, the only way to get an unobstructed view is to go due east to the top of Mount Kylon. I, myself, I'm not much a mountain climber myself, so you can count me out. My bar's been doing just dandy, anyway.
Man: Same, here. My mortal fear is racoons. I hate 'em. I shriek every time I see one. Other than that, I'd be down, but as there are probably racoons, you can count me out, anyway.
Well, I sure wasn't afraid of racoons, and since I'd pretty much grown up in a forest, I was determined to put this legend to the test. Why not, right?
Well, I'll skip the whole climbin' up the mountain saga. Honestly, it wasn't too bad.... although now, I am petrified of racoons.
But, I guess you could say it was all just right place at the right time, or some of that fairy tale stuff, because as soon as I got to the top of the mountain, I collapsed on the nearest boulder that was not sharp and pointy. Except the nearest one had a snake under it. So, I shot off the rock onto the next closest one, snake-free, I might add. But, anyway, yeah, right place at the right time.... well, screw it, this, this very skyline is what I saw:
Thanks for viewing and commenting, guys!! This entry sort of catered to those of you who love to read, but the next chapter will have lots of pictures for you guys!
P.S. Go O's!!