Once upon a time, there was a MAN. He was, like others of his kind, an instance of the MAN class, which itself was an instance of the ADULT class, which was an instance of the HUMAN class, and this pattern continued up for a very long time all the way until PHYSICAL_OBJECT way at the top. He was generated in the location that fellow HUMANs called “the town of Tussrow,” which was contained within the state known as the “Pax-American Federation.” Upon generation, the MAN, known by the name of “Shane Pelvis,” retroactively recalled exactly 25 years of living; it was as if it was his 25th birthday.
Shane Pelvis finds himself within an unfamiliar building. His memories hold no clues for how he got here; there was no moment before this one, but the last thing he recalls is going to sleep in his bed. Now, he is in a large building. The floor beneath him is a glossy white tile, and the ceiling above him is a mess of scaffolding, sheet metal, and long strips of floursecent lighting all painted white. Empty metal shelves block his view, but the only thing he can see, apart from himself, which is not white is a blue trim on the wall near the ceilings and on what he can only assume are signs that he cannot read from his extreme angle.
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What is the “Pax-American Federation?”
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As Shane Pelvis lies atop the tiled floor of the building, he considers, idly, his country of origin. If the history taught to him by classes he retroactively attended is to be believed, it sprung forwards from the corpse of another country known as the “United States of America” with the mission to bring peace to all of North and South America. Supposedly, this was such a virtuous goal that the people in the target area willingly became part of the Pax-American Federation without any resistance. Shane is left to wonder if he is even within the Pax-American Federation anymore.
In order to search for clues, the MAN rises from his supine position upon the floor of the building. He walks over to the sign, which explains that he is in aisle 37, which seems dedicated to exclusively jerky for no apparent reason. The other signs he can see are also for aisle 37, though no shelf visible from his current position holds any products. What he can see, in numerous locations, is a particular logo he knows very well: Walmart was founded hundreds of thousands of years ago, when MAN walked with dragon.
[AWAITING INPUT]
Look inward once more, to ask, “what is dragon?”
[INPUT RECEIVED]
As Shane Pelvis considers the empty Walmart building he finds himself within, his attention is, perhaps for the first time, called to the strangeness of the particular phrase that instantly surfaced in his mind. “Walmart was founded hundreds of thousands of years ago, when man walked with dragon.” He had simply heard it enough times throughout his life that he had been programmed, almost, to automatically complete the phrase, like how everyone knows that the correct order is “blood, sweat, and tears” or how “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” But he begins to truly consider: was there ever a time that the flying fire-breathing lizards of legend known as dragons ever existed? But that is, perhaps, secondary in importance to other questions like, “How the FUCK did I get into this place?” Regardless, he is unsure of what exactly he is to do next.
[AWAITING INPUT]