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| By Joe DeClock as told to John Kelly |
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Our little town started innocently enough, it started in the foothills
of mountains that we would eventually mine down. You can see how small the
inital settlement was. Back in those days, there were very few
people in our little town and we only had the daily freight train to bring
supplies and new settlers. The days were long, and there was very
little to do in our little town.
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We needed to make a tranistion south as our town
continued to grow. The first area we had settled in, just
wasn't big enough! If you head north along the shore, you can
still see the lighthouse that was such a landmark of the first
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Our south settlement grew to be much larger than our first. We built a
booming tourist industry, supplimented by some mining. Many people moved
in to our little 'burb, now that a passenger train line ran regularly into
town.
This was a marvelous time for us. Jobs were plentiful and everyone was
happy. That is, until the great Pothole Quake. During the
middle of the night, the ground shook and the town was virtually destroyed.
We were chestfallen after all of our hard work, but we vowed to rebuilt
our little town bigger and better than ever.
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Showing our true character as citizens of Legopolis, we rebuilt our town
after the quake. We had grown so much we even had to add an underground
subway to help our growing commuter headaches. To help foster growth, we added
some recreational activities (Our ski mountains were destroyed by the quake.)
Our new baseball stadium was a huge hit. It was kind of a short porch to left
field and the prevailing winds seem to carry that way most often. We also
constructed a movie house. We even went state of the art and added THX to make
sure we would be able to participate in the buzz surounding the prequel to Star Wars.
Our dance hall was tremendous, the raves would go on for days! It was a costume
party, and you only got to dance on the roof, if you wore the most outrageous
costumes.
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Then, a dark chapter in our little town. A well meaning man named Neal
Buildembig had been wandering the streets for a year or so. He wanted us
to vote on rebuilding large sections of land for a new type of train he was
developing. Seeing how the trains had been very good to us, we listened at
first, but then most of the citzenry dismissed him as crazy.
So when he went to live in the woods to look for
alien bones,
we didn't miss him much.
Little did we know, that he was building a weather machine. This horrible
device could actually summon hurricanes. Thus, even while we were enjoying
some warm Califorina-like weather, Hurricane Neal was winding up in the gulf.
We never even saw it coming. I mean, we live in the midwest,
when are there hurricanes in the midwest? The
very landscape of the land was horribly twisted and destroyed.
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It's something I might not have believed even a few days ago. But since the
town has been destroyed, the Mayor has decided that we would rebuild. And
rebuild we will. The work has already started with the new subway station being
almost completed. Soon we will have a working metropolis again.
It would appear that ol' Buildembig might have something. The new trains
lining up to move onto our lines look beautiful. We've decided to keep some of
our orginal town's character however. The mayor has declared that no building
can built over a hieght of five stories or 42 bricks high. Our mountainous
terrain will prohibit some of the bigger train locos and cars, but that too
should help keep the chracter of town.
In the end, it would appear that we will owe Neal Buildembig a big thank you.
No one was hurt in the freak hurricane, and we will have a bigger better town
when it's all said and done.
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