Utterly Mad

Entering the building you see that it's a lot larger on the inside, a small dancefloor ahead of you made from taped together card board boxes with a cheap plastic disco ball hooked up to the ceiling with a even smaller DJ booth tucked into the corner.

To the right of you is a bar that takes up the entirety of a wall, three shelves fully stocked with a random assortment of "local flavorings" along with some taps that have seen better days.

There's also a few places to sit and lounge around situated around tables that are filled with discarded pill bottles, bongs, and needles.

Besides the janitor picking up discarded garbage, the place is empty.


You enter the city proper, its sprawling freeways towering as high as the skyscrapers that surround you. The road you're on cuts through several buildings and weaves between them like a snake. You see the Omni-Tech Headquarters from here, a tall obsidian colored building with orange neon lights along the borders of the windows.

Your driver rolls down the windows to let out the cigarette smoke, even in the future smokers are still inconsiderate fucks.