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ManaA vacation in Marigold. Now memories, Bucket found himself actually remembering it when taking some time for himself. A job that he did not regret but often thought about. If he had truly done the right thing, if he had been a good man for doing it, if he should have just kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself. Well.. his memories, good that they are, were actually quite precise. So then, what happened back in Marigold, during a vacation that was actually him just wandering into the place and taking a job? Well..
Marigold city fucking sucks. It’s tiny, it’s in the middle of nowhere and, frankly, the only thing that made it really good was its acting culture and the theater was now just a shadow of itself, with low quality plays, no attendance and just general disrepair. It was, in general, a miserable state of affairs that killed whatever reasons a person may have for moving into Marigold. This meant, of course, that no one was in Marigold and whatever good actors they had or would have would move out, perpetuating a sort of brain drain-disrepair cycle. All in all, a terrible state of affairs for everyone involved, with a personal or monetary stake in the whole thing. It’s only reasonable, then, that some people would want to solve this and make things better, to bring the good ole times back to the theater and give it the glory it so deserved!
A good intention, at least on paper. The problems obviously started because no one was really willing to try to fix that whole huge mess, even for decent pay. In fact, they had to keep making the pay bigger and better, until they eventually offered a serious amount of money for assistance. By that point, Bucket had wandered into Marigold in his constant state of being lost and directionless, finding himself looking at a big number and having a stranger read the mission for him because, as always, he’s illiterate. The only thing he knows is how to count big numbers. The mission sounded easy enough, the objective was quite admirable and the pay was sweet, so what was not to love? It was just a few hours of his day and he’d eat for a few days!
Marigold city fucking sucks. It’s tiny, it’s in the middle of nowhere and, frankly, the only thing that made it really good was its acting culture and the theater was now just a shadow of itself, with low quality plays, no attendance and just general disrepair. It was, in general, a miserable state of affairs that killed whatever reasons a person may have for moving into Marigold. This meant, of course, that no one was in Marigold and whatever good actors they had or would have would move out, perpetuating a sort of brain drain-disrepair cycle. All in all, a terrible state of affairs for everyone involved, with a personal or monetary stake in the whole thing. It’s only reasonable, then, that some people would want to solve this and make things better, to bring the good ole times back to the theater and give it the glory it so deserved!
A good intention, at least on paper. The problems obviously started because no one was really willing to try to fix that whole huge mess, even for decent pay. In fact, they had to keep making the pay bigger and better, until they eventually offered a serious amount of money for assistance. By that point, Bucket had wandered into Marigold in his constant state of being lost and directionless, finding himself looking at a big number and having a stranger read the mission for him because, as always, he’s illiterate. The only thing he knows is how to count big numbers. The mission sounded easy enough, the objective was quite admirable and the pay was sweet, so what was not to love? It was just a few hours of his day and he’d eat for a few days!
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