A dead city that sleeps 4 ever Chernobyl disaster from their Nuclear Power Plant
😐NiccaZ #Talk all that sh*t, but really be in da #City getting beat up, Robbed, #Shot 🤣…. Going out Bad don’t make you real. You got put on #Fox5Atlanta💣🤯 (at Pleasantdale Rd)
Seen outside a restaurant in Sacramento, CA
Le Marcel Dog Bakery, San Francisco
January 20th, 2021
City - 1980′s ish - Stairway to stardom
Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Revelers of all ages! Tonight and tonight only I can promise you a show like no other, a tragic farce rendered in miniature. Watch as they dance to the motion of an unseen hand! Watch as their lives dangle by a thread! Who lives!? Who Dies!? You’ll have to watch to find out. The Greatest show of your lifetimes, all for a bright red penny!
Setup: With the kingdom safe after their most recent heroic exploits, it seems all the party needs to do is kick back and enjoy the festival, a coinciding incident that the whole city seems to have turned out for. The Streets are congested with revelers, pulled in by what seems like every kind of delight and distraction imaginable, all underscored by the continuous burst of fireworks overhead.
The Party’s attention eventually settles on a peculiar puppetshow, where an eccentric old man moves in a blur, animating dozens of puppets through elaborate pantomimes of dances and battles, seemingly performing an entire cast of characters by himself. A wonderous feat to be sure, but for some reason the crowd is either stunned silent or jeering, shock and revulsion painted across their faces, and as the party approaches they see why: The ongoing show is a treasonous jape, a respected member of the court painted as scenery chewing villain, leading a faction of murderous brutes through the palace, reaving and butchering as they do. It’d all seems like a joke in the poorest taste, but there is something about the way the puppets scream, or even seem to bleed as their tiny bodies are hacked apart that keeps the party mesmerized until the cartoonish carnage reaches its climax as the villain slaughters the monarch and their family and lifts the tiny crown onto his head with goreslicked hands.
It takes a moment for the party to resolve what exactly they’ve seen, and by then the Puppeteer is gone, the rest of the crowd dazed and confused and only vaguely remembering what they just watched. Just who was this puppeteer, and what was the meaning of his grisly and wonderous show?
St Jean du Grund / Luxembourg City
Pinacoteca di Brera, Milano
Minneapolis by Lane Pelovsky