icedout
Radio Bob Approved
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Another sun sets over Industrial Twenty-Four, another wave of trash breaks on the doorsteps of the city's inhabitants. You, as always at this time, are out on the hunt. The volumes of plastic and junk present themselves as a bountiful sea to someone such as you, having a keen eye in finding value in the valueless.
However, as you dig on and amass your wealth, you stumble upon something peculiar...
It's utterly mundane. A bureaucratic commodity prized as little nowadays as it was before the world went to shit. Yet, it's here. A bunch of words someone didn't want, deemed fit to be thrown here with you.
The alluring flame of the unknown quickly suffocates, however, and you're inspired to move on to greater things. Like maybe starting a real fire.
However, as you dig on and amass your wealth, you stumble upon something peculiar...
It's utterly mundane. A bureaucratic commodity prized as little nowadays as it was before the world went to shit. Yet, it's here. A bunch of words someone didn't want, deemed fit to be thrown here with you.
The alluring flame of the unknown quickly suffocates, however, and you're inspired to move on to greater things. Like maybe starting a real fire.