Terre Haute

[paradisamods]

[Today, our intrepid explorers have finally made it to Terre Haute. It’s mostly grassland, and on the outskirts small spotted lions, about the size of leopards prowl around. They seem to be more interested in the strange antelope running around than in any people, however. Towards the edge, lies a cliff face, looking out to sea, on occasion giant whales can be seen breaching the water.

Of the weird thing they came to look for, in the distance is a cylindrical shape, lying on its side. But between them and it is a strange village. One made up of excessively tall wooden huts, all of which have electric lights, turned on, though how they’re creating such power is a mystery, they are still very much inside the dead zone.

The residents of this off little village are wandering around, going about their buisess. The residents being a group of bemused looking giraffes. Perhaps you will even see some familiar non-giraffe faces milling about.

Welcome to Terre Haute]

[[GRASSLANDS AND CLIFFS | TOWN SQUARE | JUICE BAR | DANCE HALL | THE ESCALATOR | MIRROR CONTROL ROOM ]]

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[last_rat_standing]

Changing them? I've never known a reflection to change before. At least not without the original subject doing the changing.

[He gestures to the closest mirror and the fact that the person reflected in it was certainly not in the room with them.]

[paradisamods]

That is what our machine is for. It does all that work.

[last_rat_standing]

Might I ask how it is that it's able to do that?

[paradisamods]

No. That is knowledge only giraffes may have.

[last_rat_standing]

[That's maddeningly unhelpful]

Then may I at least ask what its purpose is?