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Your own breathing shortens. You are starting to cry | Your own breathing shortens. You are starting to cry | ||
"But there is a growing cohort of beings seemingly Men who arrive in our town and who, upon their Very arrival, without stopping to learn the names of our grocers and proud gasoline - pumpers, " | "But there is a growing cohort of beings only seemingly Men who arrive in our town and who, upon their Very arrival, without stopping to learn the names of our grocers and proud gasoline - pumpers, " | ||
"proclaim that we ourselves misunderstand the meaning of our | "proclaim that we ourselves misunderstand the meaning of our own Municipal Creed, and deign to dictate to us its true meaning, which is that we owe them the fruit of our labor and of our very loins" | ||
The mayor's face steels. In this terrible moment outshines the Sun Itself. | The mayor's face steels. In this terrible moment outshines the Sun Itself. | ||
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# [[You act upon the urgings of the Mayor]] | # [[You act upon the urgings of the Mayor]] | ||
# [[You cannot wait for tomorrow's broadcast!]] | # [[You cannot wait for tomorrow's broadcast!]] | ||
# [[You cannot discount the possibility that the mayor is trying to influence you personally to let your guard down.]] | |||
[[Category: Hyperwiki Adventure]][[Category: If You Can't Trust the Mayor...]] | [[Category: Hyperwiki Adventure]][[Category: If You Can't Trust the Mayor...]] | ||
You begin to give up hope that the mayor will ever appear on television again. Descending into a dark well of drinking and watching porn on the internet. Sleeping at strange hours. You can't remember what you've eaten for days now. You are losing track of time. Shades drawn. Only the dim light of wretched internet pornography flickers against the walls of your fetid domicile
Three crying Japanese girls' wet faces flicker and are all smeared and suddenly replaced by the broad shining face of the Mayor in silence.
At last he speaks.
"If a man," the mayor says, "should see in this beautiful municipality a shining final beacon of hope and possibility in this world-nearly-dead, and come to desperately strive at shedding the skin of his life before and truly becoming One of Us,"
He takes a great breath filling his powerful bosom with life giving Air
"Then we shall welcome him within to Our bosums as unto a native born municipal Son."
Your own breathing shortens. You are starting to cry
"But there is a growing cohort of beings only seemingly Men who arrive in our town and who, upon their Very arrival, without stopping to learn the names of our grocers and proud gasoline - pumpers, "
"proclaim that we ourselves misunderstand the meaning of our own Municipal Creed, and deign to dictate to us its true meaning, which is that we owe them the fruit of our labor and of our very loins"
The mayor's face steels. In this terrible moment outshines the Sun Itself.
"And any true Son of our glorious municipality would sooner see that invader dead where he stands in the once pristine Street than removed in safety at the expense of the tax dollars with which we would otherwise feed and school our own families and neighbors of many generations"
O Heed! The voice of the mayor!