It would be a story of magical discovery.
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Disaffected worker, doesn't necessarily need to be a Joja drone, could be anyone not happy with their life, probably something identifiable like unable to find affordable rent, failing job filings because AI rejects their application, vapid friends half stuck on their social media, half mimicking the latest video craze in front of each other.
Random letter arrives in the mail, battered from being improperly delivered a dozen times but it finally found it's target. Well, a target at least. Maybe it's not even from your grandfather, just some old family friend with no descendants who you barely remember. Maybe you don't remember at all. Maybe they're from a dream... The more I think about, the more the memory all feels soooo hazy and indistinct.
You turn it over in your hands and on the back, almost faded into obscurity, you make out: When you need this the most. For my deares-- ........ but the last is too smudged and faint to make out. It almost feels like it's evading your grasp but that can't be. You open it because it's already mostly exposed and it somehow found you in this obscure shared apartment in a nameless older high-rise on the edge of town. And the person who hand delivered it disappeared while you were pondering it's provenance.
Reading the text feels like cracking open an old book someone read to you when you were barely able to stand upright and learning to walk. It hits you with the weight of nostalgia as you read "losing connection with what matters..." "finding real people and Nature..." "in Stardew Valley." It's almost too short and then altogether too good. You fade back to reality. Free real estate? Farmable even? Maybe it comes with farmhands and cute ones at that? Yeah keep dreaming but checking this out is probably worth a bus ticket.
The kiosk at Zuzu didn't have a stop at Stardew Valley, I had to ask the lady at the service desk and she gave me a paper ticket which did not look in entirely different condition from the letter. Her eyes were very curious but seemed unable to ask anything, just rummaging about for the ticket before handing it over for next to nothing with a cryptic "I hope you find what you're looking for." Arrive at the stop to meet a fortysomething carpenter and some old guy that claims to be mayor. Farmhouse dilapidated, no surprise there. But why did they know I was coming? Did they send the letter? Did the service desk lady call ahead?
No cute farmhands but apparently actual free real estate! Those TV home makeover nutters would probably call the house a teardown though the carpenter lady seemed interested in drumming up some business to fix it up. I admire that drive, we'll see what to do. Hoe, plant some seeds, water, this is gonna be hell in the summer.
People seem nice. Too nice. Except for Mr. Grumpy No-shave but I see right through that exterior. Everyone under 40 isn't married or seemingly in a serious relationship. Stepford Wives in reverse? Everyone has a bad personality? Because they're all strangely attractive, even El Mustachio in his way. Oh now the weird is starting to come out.
Boarded up old building is haunted, like actually haunted, I saw the damn things though predictably Mayor Mustache missed it. Never woulda guessed that and then I get unsolicited mail to meet some creep in his van down by the river? No that would never be a trap. Talk to Mayor Oldie and he sez the 'van' is just an old converted Silo and the guy lives there tax-free due to zoning laws. Apparently he also throws good parties. OK I can respect that. Pop over for a visit.
I freekin' laffed my fat butt off! This 'wizard' guy is top rank carnie folk with all the parlor tricks you'd expect. Talks like he's been doing community theater for 30 years though the disappearing trick was pretty good. Decades of practice for that one. However he believes the haunting which makes me suspect my sanity. He then drugs me with noxious fumes and I drink some concoction from this in-NO-way-suspicious-looking *cauldron*. !! Of course I was drugged, who in their right or left mind would even do that? It tasted what I'd imagine vole spleen and worm butts would be like if seasoned with raccoon armpit hair.
I apparently came to at the foot of the steps outside this fool's glorified woods outhouse and I guess I should just consider myself lucky I'm still breathing and clothed. He mentioned at some point that I should be able to read some book in the haunted house and... well. You've guessed it. I can read the thing now. What the hell is with this place?
So something's wrong here but that doesn't mean that it's not also right in some way. I mean, everyone's pretty nice to me so that's clearly completely backwards. Super Saiyan is fun to hang with. The cute inventor lady is even shyer than I am. Ms. Purple Self Importance is moody as all hell but is pretty fun and was a blast to mess with at the Egg Festival thing, she actually knocked me outta the way when I was being interntionally annoying. I can be good at that sometimes, helped by the town drunk spiking the punch. I uh... didn't find that detail out until later, it was just really good! There's some pompous writer that hangs out at the beach in a cabin but damn has he got good hair. Why is there a high school dropout jock always ruining my calm morning with his comments? I think I saw the carpenter out by the woods once but then I saw her later that day in her store across town wearing something completely different and I got all confused. She had this look in her eye though, I think she was playing some trick being an obvious smartass from that first day convo with Mayor Business Taxes.
All too nice. Something wrong, something under the surface. Found out when snooping the mountains, enter this cave thing and some weathered geezer is freekin waiting in there and pounces! Shoves a rusty stickpin in my hand and tells me to fix the damn mine elevator. Just who TF does he think I am?
But he knows what to say. Mentions gems and gold ore and that bastard got me. Maybe I want something easier than farming, I could be a gentlewoman mineralogist. Also greedy but I mean who isn't? Sigh.
Just wait til I tell you what I found down there!