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The night was young, and a breeze winged it's way around the corners of buildings. The young hillbilly, Gun, was making his way back home through the suburb. He was lost in a trail of thought thinking of his past. His life before he knew how to wear blue jeans, and wear his cowboy boots on the correct feet.
He stomped his steel toed boots through the terraces of front yards, wondering where the local T.J. Maxx could be located. That's where Gun remembered his first pair of jeans. A young man at his school told him to buy them, and so he did. He wanted to become a real hillbilly and please his colleagues in the learning establishment.
As he turned a sharp corner, there it was. The T.J. Maxx in all its glory. It seemed to have a glistening aura surrounding it.
"It is time." Gun said as he approached the company. He took his next steps into it, clinking the noise of boots behind him.
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"Hey Gun!"
That voice sounded familiar.
"Messiah? Is that you??" Gun asked with a muddled look apon his face.
"It is I, indeed."
The man came around the corner of the aisle and revealed himself from behind a darkened cloak. Gun remembered everything. He was the man helping him on his journey to become a hillbilly.
"Come with me, I've been waiting for your arrival." Said the man. Gun followed behind as the man staggered into a backway of the store. There the door closed behind them both leaving them in a dark room. Suddenly a light flickered. *click* 10 candles suddenly burned at the blink of an eye in a circular formation.
"Messiah?? What is this??" Gun asked in a fearful tone.
"This is what Ive waited to show you."
Suddenly a map lay out on the floor. "This is where you have to go to become a real hillbilly, Gun. But I've never heard of anyone making it out of such a trip in my life." The man said, pulling the cloak back over his head with an ashamed look. He was ashamed as he could never make the trip himself.
"It's alright, Messiah." Gun said. "I'll make the trip myself."
He folded the map hamburger style as he learned in school. There read a text on the side.
It read "PIZZA CITY."
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YOU ARE READING
The Forgotten Pizza City
HumorThe big redneck Gun, makes the discovery of his life. This big discovery leads this cowboy boot wearing hillbilly to work the most treacherous shifts of his life in the forgotten lands of Pizza City.
