In my restless dreams I…
I’m brought there. Back to nowhere. I’m back there again this time, though. They told me to write about it this time around.
Every time I end up back here I feel so sick, so fucking sick to my stomach. I don’t know if that’s what brings me there, or if it’s my anxiety acting up again. I don’t care, I just feel so sick out here. My stomach’s constantly in a knot, I feel dizzy and lost. I hate it here. I hate it every single time.
This whole place feels devoid of any care or heart. It’s all just the same four-lane streets, the same industrial parks, the same fucking nowhere homes in this fucking nowhere town.
Nowhere town…
Nowhere town…
Nowheretown…
I have to keep it together. I’m sorry, I just can’t help but vent my frustrations about this place. My therapist gave me a list of shit to help calm me down, as little as I think it’ll help me.
What Do You See Around You?
I see trash. Waste. Shit. This place sucks. The parking lots and roads are ass, the buildings feel like they were made without care for whoever would see them. It feels like a hazard walking on the fucking sidewalks because whatever genius made them didn’t think to put fucking streetlights down. For fuck’s sake there’s barely anything separating the sidewalk from the road, just some tiny strip of grass and a curb.
It isn’t like they’d have to care anyway. Whoever lives here is always driving places. Their shit homes are separated by bigger roads or wherever else they drive in from. I’m baffled that they don’t seem to care about people walking. Why even bother living down the road if you’re just going to drive anyway?
All the same shit.
Don’t even get me started on the dozens of empty lots and the plain as fuck office buildings and warehouses. I don’t even know where half the semi-trucks here go or come from, it just feels like someone spawns them out of thin air to make my walks worse. Feels like half of the structures here aren’t even being used. I rarely see that many cars outside them, and there’s no way they’re just kept that clean naturally. Even the homes and little apartment spots feel like no one is there half the time. Why even bother with a house if you’re just going to be gone from it for most of the day?
What Here Makes You Happy?
Nothing. This place makes me feel so, so, so sick. The most I feel I can do here is walk off and try to discover peace among the backlots and misty air. The train tracks go straight into a small bit of woods, but right past the few trees, I see more of these drab lots and industrial warehouses. At least it’s quiet there, it helps with those headaches I get whenever I feel sick. That’s practically all the time here.
Who Can You Talk To When You Feel Upset?
That’s a good question. There’s always a small group of people I find every time I walk along the railway tracks. They’re not friends more than they are acquaintances or people I just know. I think they’re homeless… something of that sort. They’re all pale and malnourished, but I don’t feel like I can do anything about it. They’re always high off something, so talking to them properly is hard. They seem sick like me, though it looks like they find some kind of sad ways to cope.
I don’t like being around them, but they’re practically all I’ve ever come across when it comes to people. The tons of people driving by definitely don’t care, and I’m not going to randomly wander into those random company buildings and homes, I’m not a weirdo.
Other than that, I just have to wait until I get out of here somehow. Even then, I still feel a little sick even after getting away.
Where Do You Go When Things Are Tough At Home?
I just run off. I run as far as I possibly can from this shitty place, the shitty walks. No one around really cares anyway. They all drive by in their stupid cars past the sickening drab of these buildings nobody gives a fuck to clean off or make these places look clean or natural… let alone pleasant. I feel like no one cares, so I just run away as far as I can go. After running for a bit I just… end up somewhere else.
I can’t express how much I feel like this place is devoid of any true natural life. It makes me feel hopeless. Maybe that’s why I feel so sick here. Maybe it’s why I have the urge to flee. No matter what it is, I hate calling this place my home.
I hate Nowheretown.
I hate the people who live in it.
I hate how sick Nowehretown makes me feel.
I hate everything it exists as.
Why is it always so lukewarm here? It’s always too cold to go without a jacket, but too warm for a good one. I find myself shivering or sweating when I’m out walking regardless.
Stupid assholes in cars and trucks keep almost hitting me. Doesn’t help that they have their bright headlights. How the fuck am I supposed to see where I’m going when some asshole’s headlights are blinding me. Half the time I can’t even tell if there are actually people in these cars. I’ve never looked close enough to see more than just silhouettes.
I need to calm down. Deep breaths. No stress. I’m just going to make myself feel more sick like this. My feet are already sore from walking. I feel like my shoes don’t fit.
For once, I happened to walk past someone else out here. It caught me so off-guard that I had to stop dead in my tracks. We both may’ve stood there for minutes just staring, double-taking what we were looking at. He seemed ragged, dirty and covered in dust and dirt. His hair was unkempt and his clothes were equally as tarnished as his skin. Snapping out of his bewilderment, he adjusted the hiking backpack he was wearing, starting to pass me by not long after.
Turning around where I stood, I simply watched as the disheveled man carried along, raising a flask to his lips to drink as they went. Given how desolate this place was, there was no telling how long he had been walking, let alone if he had seen anyone besides me on his trip. However, it wasn’t my place to bother the poor man. He and I were made of the same fabric, cut from different cloths. I could infer his mindset on my own.
…bzzt bzzt…
…bzzt bzzt…
…bzzt bzzt…
I reached for the rhythmic electronic humming in my pocket, taking out my buzzing phone. How could I have forgotten?
Patterson, it has been a whole day. Where the hell are you?
I’m still walking. I still feel sick to my stomach and I want to get away from everything, okay? I’m answering the questions my therapist listed for me. It’s just making me more pissed off at this nowhere town.
This fucking place pisses me off. I feel like I’m not going anywhere in this damn town. I keep walking and it’s just roads for industrial lots, a neighborhood or two, more fucking roads and lots… their stupid business parks. Why the fuck did you all want me to come back here anyways?
I fucking hate my hometown.
Have you bothered filling out the datasheet? Check your bag.
No, you should’ve told me instead of expecting me to rummage through my bag for it. I’ve been walking and trying to get out of this fucking town ever since you all made me come back to it. I don’t want to take the time I could be using to walk on writing your stupid experimentation bullshit.
Leave me alone. I’ll fill this shit out when I feel like it. Let me just listen to music on my Walkman and live in fucking peace. It’s the least you could give me after throwing me back into this place.
Fuck you, assholes,
I immediately hung up on them before I felt my rage boil over too much. I trusted them. I told them how much I hate being back here, and they decided to make me go back despite that. I was stupid to think they would sufficiently compensate me.
I felt my phone ring again.
I ignored it.
I hate Nowheretown.
I continued to walk and walk for longer, the hours dragged on and the night persisted through the few porch lights and the occasional blinding pass of car headlights. The foggy mist continued to linger, obscuring most of what was ahead. The most I could make out was the green and red of the changing streetlights at the intersections ahead.
This is the spot. This right here.
The darkness rearranged, settling and finding its place as I came to a stop at an intersection. I looked ahead and froze at the sight of it; the edge of town. An abrupt stop at an empty parking lot, separated by a neat row of coniferous trees. Beyond that, pure darkness with the occasional glint of light from something distant.
It was here that I would usually stand and wait for the bus. There was some kind of building that I always stood in front of, only because it had a stop. Finally, it was my ticket out of there. Even if I had to stand in front of it for a few long minutes in the dark, I knew that the bus would eventually come by.
And soon, I saw it approach.
It creaked and rolled along, stopping right in front of me.
With a payment of two quarters, I stepped aboard and breathed a sigh of relief.
Goodbye Nowheretown, I won’t miss you. No one will.
As I was driven down the dark streets, I gazed out the window as we drove alongside it. The townhouses and lots were gradually swallowed and concealed by the thick fog. Not even the bright headlights of the cars pierced it. The town was gone, at last, I was free from it. The headaches and the rage subsided, my stomach quelled, and I finally rested my head back to sleep during the ride away.
[SD Class stuff here. Put the safe one.]
SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY:
Class 0
- {$one}
- {$two}
- {$three}
I think you guys want me to put a level number here. I can’t really think of one, so I’ll just let you smart people figure it out. I call it Nowheretown, though.
Description
Nowheretown is somewhere you never want to end up. It’s a cruel, lifeless, careless town that’ll make you sick to your stomach. You’re only going to find disappointment here. Among other things, you’ll be wandering along large roads, past warehouses, seas of parking lots, business parks, drab neighborhoods, and a lot of dismal, uncaring architecture.
People drive by you without a care. At least, I like to think they’re people. I don’t know how else these cars would be driving around. There’s no real danger here besides maybe getting run over by them and the massive semi trucks from all the random warehouses around. It’s dark, so I could understand it if you did. Not like you couldn’t see them coming with how bright their headlights are…
Oh, and the buildings, since that’s something you all like to mention a lot. I’ve personally never like, gotten into any? Trust me, I’ve tried a few, despite how much I want to get the hell out each time I end up here. Everything feels metaphorically nailed to the floor and glued shut, you know? Can’t even break the windows or break down the doors. Not that you’d really want to, anyways.
Entities
I haven’t seen any here, I don’t think. Unless you count the junkies on the train tracks. Maybe the cars and trucks are automated? Would they count as entities in that case? I’ll leave that for more skilled people to figure out. I’m just some guy.
Bases, Communities, and Outposts
I guess those junkies count. They’re essentially homeless, though I guess they’ve made a home for themselves in the tents they’ve got. You won’t really get all that much out of them, but I think they appreciate the occasional visitors. I’ve been offered to stay with them, but I hate this damn town so much, I don’t see why you would want to live anywhere in it.
I find them along these tracks here.
Just make sure you bring them some food and water. They like it when they get gits like that. I’m always the sympathetic type to do that sorta thing either way. I spare whatever I can.
Additional Content
I don’t know what I’m supposed to put here. You smart people can do whatever with it.
Entrances and Exits
Entrances:
I sorta just show up here sometimes. I don’t really know why or how, it just happens.
M.E.G. sent me to a door in The Hub and it got me there. That’s an entrance I guess.
Exits:
The Bus takes me to a bunch of places, so I’ll put them down in bullet points.
Does this work? It’s all I can honestly tell you. Make sure you all emphasize how much this place sucks. There’s absolutely no reason for anyone to come here. I hate Nowheretown.