AUTHOR'S NOTE: My writing for SWC. In the notes and credits.
Chapter 2 (March 2) We’re Here! “Alright everyone! If you could please direct your attention over here to me! Yes, me!” All heads turn simultaneously, and we settle on a tall yet young appearing person with long flowing hair. “My name is Archer, and I’m going to be your tour guide here at Daffodil City! Now tell me, what are you most excited to see today?” “All the cool places!” yells a teenage girl. “The parks!” says a short-haired old man. “ALIENS!” yells an idiotic seven year old. “Yeah, um, we may not be seeing any aliens this trip, buddy, but good try.” “Where even is this place, anyway?” I decide to say. “Good question, and I thought I should answer it! Well, my family and I are native to Daffodil City and we’d like to take a moment to explain. The Daffodil City isn’t on any world map because it doesn’t exist on the Earth! We’re on our own separate plane of reality, that can only be accessed through a single hard-to-access portal in the Eastern United States.” Welp, that explains a lot. “What you just did is hop through a seemingly unassuming garage bikerack in Morgantown to pop in to what we here in the Daffodils call it ‘the greatest city nobody’s heard of!’” “Well, I’m not here to explain how you got here, I’m here to take you around the town. So, follow me everyone! Time to set off on your quest! And please, I know none of you packed anything, but we’re having a bit of a population die-out, so any more movers would be much appreciated!” After Archer’s explanation, we all started following him, as he led us down a street with not too much traffic. Eric asked, “Hey, why is there no traffic? This looks like a pretty big city.” Archer responded, “Well, it is quite big! All they did was use an algorithm to place everything people needed at different parts of the town. So, traffic jams are few and far between!” Everyone agreed, and the woman with family here said, “This is why I want to live here!” Soon after, Archer began leading us into Chicago Avenue (“no, not that Chicago” according to him), and we all saw to our immediate right a towering building marked with only three letters: P, O, D. We began asking around, and eventually Archer admitted, “That’s the POD. I’ve never been inside, and I wish I could, but I really don’t know what’s there. My friends who’ve gone said that I had to check it out, and if you stay past our tour you’re free to do so as well! But everyone, it’s time to come along to Cherry Street! There’s a nice place where we can stop and get some eats, I’m sure you’re exhausted.” Everyone started on their way, but I lagged behind. There was something about this POD that looked suspicious. I had to find out what it was.
