[Western Crossover] City Skyline Talk [Old]

A massive fire lit up the East Coast of America, and illuminated this little-known island city as well.

It's hard to imagine how a city whose population is made up mostly of elderly people managed, in a single night, to have a crime rate that surpassed New York and gave Gotham a run for its money.

It's certainly worth looking into.

Let's keep our feet on the ground. Without investigation, there's no right to speak. So let's turn our attention to this... uh... gcuekabzn:xjbx'c City!

Hey, could any local type the name of this city correctly a second time?

Can you locals even tell people where you're from when you go out of town?

Oh, you folks from Glitch City never leave home...

What?! You never leave the city?! The world is so big. Doesn't anyone here ever want to go out and see it?

Oh, oh, there are only enough actual, mobile people in the whole city to make up one football team...

What?! What are all those other moving things? Are they ghosts? No one told me this interview would be dangerous!

I want more money for this. I absolutely need more money!

Oh, oh, they're all empty-headed NPCs.

?! Am I allowed to say that?

Along with the skyrocketing crime rate and rising flames, the city's losses soared too, rivaling the collateral damage from a Superman appearance.

The store manager, whose main job was to become the world's richest person by running a convenience store and whose side hustle was being a landlady who owned half the city, gazed at her rapidly shrinking net worth and shed a sorrowful tear over her Maserati.

But all she could do was wipe away her tears. Even with her assets drastically reduced, life had to go on. She still had to file a damage claim and organize a concert. How miserable.

Looking at the endless line of traffic on the one-way road, the store manager sighed deeply, turned around, and planned to take a route that wasn't straight and required a detour but had no traffic at all.

The moment she turned around, the straight road behind her became an extremely complex overpass. This colossal, complicated structure seemed to be telling the store manager, "Want to drive home quickly? Dream on."

The store manager... the store manager was about to shatter inside her Maserati. She took off her cool sunglasses, took a few deep breaths, got out, squatted by the curb, lit a lonely cigarette, and saluted this goddamn life.

A great sage once said, "The road is made by those who walk it." The store manager stuffed her Maserati into her pocket with her bare hands, conjured up a mountain bike, and rode straight under the highway bridge. (Do not try this at home.)

This feat stunned the shadowy figure who had come looking for their teammate. The figure fell silent and began investigating this strange city.

Some time later, a certain golden boy posted on social media: What a find. I found a ghost.

Theme: Face life with a smile