You ever find yourself designing your town and creating little stories in your head while you do it?
Maybe it’s just me but I find myself doing it all the time. In an effort to see if my madness is something shared by others, I figured I’d show off one of mine I’ve been thinking about recently.
I love to imagine that once upon a time there was a vacant lot next to the First Church of Springfield. Before the parishioners were even aware, a donut shop had sprung up right next to their sacred ground. Evangelicals love them some delicious round pastries just like TSTO Addicts so no big deal…
Slowly things began to change. The pews at the FCoS increasingly became more and more empty. It couldn’t be because of the revival of Ned’s Heck House or the recent relocation to that creepy graveyard. Reverend Lovejoy blamed the donuts. Among the deadliest of sins, donut gluttony was up there. He pondered these thoughts as the strange chanting continued to grow in volume day by day.
At Lard Lad’s, a strange thing had happened. What had begun as simple innocent evangelicals purchasing pink frosted deliciousness had slowly morphed in to something else. The joys that came with these little items just couldn’t be explained. Once diet conscious folks found that for every donut they ate, the more they wanted/needed additional donuts.
The attendees kept coming at greater frequency, even on Sundays. It was no time before one of them started writing about it and before any one was the wiser, The First Church of Lard Lad had begun. Some might call it a cult or a following, but never a cult following. Led by their fearless leader, Mr. Eeikoow, they stuffed their faces.
Meanwhile, Lovejoy was having the time of his life. Yeah his parishioners had joined the dark side but boy was it peaceful and even that chanting had a nice ambience when he really thought about it. The collection plates may have dusted but the revenue from his new Wedding and Burial service was skyrocketing. He’d started booking quality performances at the nearby stage for the Wedding Parties and he’d even put a down payment on the beautiful house right next door. Sure it had ghostly incorporeal occupants and better stained glass windows than his own church, but one of the phantoms claimed to have previously been The King and boy could that fat spirit get down.
Sugar highs and lows. Life at the donutagogue was getting interesting. Already a golden statue had been erected in the rear of the church to honor their sister deity to the almighty donut, the mother who giveth milk for dunking. The leader stated he had seen it descend from on high from the Almighty Sky Finger. Claims that it resembled a bull were nonsense. Every one knows that milk comes from girl and boy cows.
The only problem now… the donut haters but the church had ideas for that. Work had commenced on an annex to the church. It’s symbolic magnifying glass reaching to the heavens to point out that zooming in on anything would make things clearer unless that something was the game Doom or Castle Wolfenstein. How could anyone not see the beauty of donuts through this new icon’s magnificence. Indeed, nothing could go wrong.
Phew… I feel a little loco for typing all that out but had to share. Do you have any areas of your town with similar back stories? Want to hear more? Feel free to share image links and stories in the comments or put them up on our Flickr page (TSTOAddicts). Maybe I’m alone in this craziness. Wouldn’t be the first time.
TTFN… Wookiee out!