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As I pass through the gate I take one more quick look at the Park Warden, I feel guilty when I see he is cleaning the rubbish that spilled out when I had tugged the handle tool free. Its hard to see his face in the dim light but sharp ears pick up more 'uck' words, I dismiss the urge to go back and ask what a main street is, instead turning to pass through the gate and out along a short tree lined alley to where light seems to be winning the war against the dark . . . I stand stunned what an amazing sight this main street is for it is full of buildings and as I look there is so much to see I barely know where to start
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The first building has many large windows and within the windows are many pictures of homes, Some seem big with lots and lots of rooms, like a whole appartment block but for one person. Some are smaller, more like the home street houses with gardens, Some even have a very small tower, tho people here call it a garage. I remember something like this place from long ago, before the reimagination. We use to hunt for houses in 'Realty', at least I think thats how it was done, I remember scanning the pages looking for just the right house, sometimes the houses just wern't right and so we'd wait and hope till more were added. I think the Giants added them, or perhaps it was the Bureacrats, maybe it was GOD, I must have forgotten . . Reimagining does something to your memory, what was once certain can fade as new things, bright and shiny dazzle and delight, and yet I still miss my old Alakol house. I miss my imagination house too . . . lets face it I miss Ur, but I cannot dwell on the past for I have a new adventure to begin.
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The first building has many large windows and within the windows are many pictures of homes, Some seem big with lots and lots of rooms, like a whole appartment block but for one person. Some are smaller, more like the home street houses with gardens, Some even have a very small tower, tho people here call it a garage. I remember something like this place from long ago, before the reimagination. We use to hunt for houses in 'Realty', at least I think thats how it was done, I remember scanning the pages looking for just the right house, sometimes the houses just wern't right and so we'd wait and hope till more were added. I think the Giants added them, or perhaps it was the Bureacrats, maybe it was GOD, I must have forgotten . . Reimagining does something to your memory, what was once certain can fade as new things, bright and shiny dazzle and delight, and yet I still miss my old Alakol house. I miss my imagination house too . . . lets face it I miss Ur, but I cannot dwell on the past for I have a new adventure to begin.
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Moving on to the next window and oh my its a wardrobe, I try the door but it is closed, so pressing my face to the cold glass I peer in and let me tell you they have some amazing shoes in this shop, let me describe a few for you. The first pair are very long, the tips turn up slighty, If I stood them up I think they would be taller than me . . . heh what shoes, I try to think where you would wear them, certainly not at a party, everyone would trip over them, but perhaps in a place like Tenio Spur? Yesss! you could maybe stride across the gap in these shoes rather than having to climb down and then up . . . Then there's another pair, these ones have small metal lumps on their bases, now I may be wrong but I think these may be used to help plant seeds, walking on the soil would leave little holes into which seeds could drop . . . well either that or . . . or they might be good for squishing grapes . . . but the best most amazing shoes are the ones with the knives on the bottom, I mean, no more chopping boards, just put on the shoes and dance over your crops and there you have it fresh chopped vegetables or fruits, how awesome is that . . .
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I'm in shock * * * No really . . . I guess I should explain, I had just turned away from the amazing window with the blade shoes when I noticed across the dark path just visable grave stones, my heart almost skipped I was so happy. There seemed to be no one around to mourn/celebrate so I stepped down onto the dark path meaning to cross over to them, when . . . this monster with bright white eyes came rushing at me, so bright they were I couldn't see, I just managed to leap aside as its roar shrieked in my ears. It wooshed past, its hot stench stinging my nose, then before I knew it it had vanished its red rump spots glowing angrily as it raced up the black path. I stood for sometime, half on half off the black path and shaking with the horror of the monster, the gravestones forgotten in the moment, gradually the fear lessened and I began to wonder at what it could be. I was sure it was no creation of Spriggan, nor anything Pot could imagine, It didnt seem something Friendly would have anything to do with, so who . . . My stomach groans jolted me from my thoughts, I havent eaten since this adventure began, well then lets do a little mourning and maybe they will let me join the party for surely there must be a party as none had yet returned . . .