It had been such a long time since I had

It had been such a long time since I had a deluxe chimichanga from El Diablo's Taco Emporium, and I'm not sure I ever did, but I was suddenly overtaken by a craving for one, and I
had my legs in plaster from my skiing accident making it difficult to go anywhere. It all started when I flew to St. Moritz where I have a chalet. I planned spend the week skiing a
nd bobsledding in the Alps. The week in St. Moritz went fine until I broke my legs on the moguls on the last day - a golden eagle swooped down and grabbed the nose of my board.
And that's when I knew that my searching for where to start the city was over. It was a sign, an eagle clutching a snow board. I planted a flag on the ski slope and named the
Resort after King Richard I. He had created it from composted food which would have otherwise fed the rats. Pick your poison, in these post-collapse times. The Main Street shelter
was busting at the seams with unemployed Shakespearean actors who Leared at the cast of characters assembled in that Arcimboldian Hamlet, most of them mad
hatters that belonged more in Carroll than in the Bard but there they were demanding I cast them in something. I cast a spell to have them be the first of the lost Shakespearean pl
-anet to make contact with our Earth through the use of electronic hats. These hats, in the classic Shakespearean styles, transmitted brain waves into outer space through the use
of a telepathy rock, channeling through 88.1FM, 98.3FM, and a few others.
The signal was always fuzzy, though, and listeners became irritated by the low quality sound waves. "To hell with it," they'd say, turning the dial and plunging into silence.

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