Wodge of Paragons

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Taciturn

The JollyMolly train stopped at a station which was really gloomy and mundane. The atmosphere was so low, it felt like something depressing happened there. The sun was burning bright and the temperature was so hot, even a dead, dried leaf would die again. The hot wind was rustling through the fallen, dried leaves. It was hotter than just a usual sunny day, it was like you've entered a melting pot. This town was called the Taciturn, existed but, only on the map, never actually made any difference with its existence. There were rare passengers to onboard or get off the train, ever, usually, one or two in a month, that rare. Even those who boarded the train or the residents of Taciturn appeared as lethargic and broken like a bear in hibernation.

In that surrounded gloominess, got off a man who didn't appear as, from Taciturn, he appeared energetic, enthusiastic, optimistic, healthy, and happy. He wore a light beige full-sleeves shirt with brown colored formal trousers, carried a brown medium suitcase in his right hand, had a round hat covering his head from the burning sunlight, and a pair of wireframe spectacles on his eyes. He had a cigar in his mouth, wore brown leather shoes, and had a brown leather strap analog watch. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties. This man was, Mr. Sprout Workmenn, who came from JovialWiz town. As he got off the train, that one person at the platform stared at him with gaze, he had never seen anybody that charming in his town, ever.

The JollyMolly train connected 13 stations and was the only train that stopped at Taciturn otherwise, all other trains either passed that station or followed another route. Workmenn was there with a purpose. Whys and Hows of that purpose are other chapters, which will follow up later in this story. We will begin with the most important aspect of that purpose, the What of it! He came here to get any guy in his mid-twenties and encourage him to come to JovialWiz with him. That was an almost impossible challenge as we are talking about a completely lethargic and demotivated man who was comfortable living in a completely demotivated and monotonous society. 

Do you get my point why I'm saying that! That's because, think of a scenario, if there are people wandering with trousers tied on their heads instead of their legs, now that would sound really different and might be a matter of laughter for you but, just think it like that, if something is a trend in the society around you and you don't know or want to know if it can be otherwise and what transformation it can bring, and till you're comfortable with it, you'll never try to change or adapt to a new feature because, for you, that's completely fine. That was the exact case with anybody in Taciturn, they were living in such a society, where being demotivated and lethargic was completely normal. Neither they knew of any change nor they wanted to. They acted blindly if, by mistake, anything or anybody new or different from usual happened around them.

Workmenn went to the road if he could get any taxi or any transport he could ask lift from but, to his surprise there was no coolie at the station, no transport for passengers or anything such outside the station, as well. However, he didn't need a coolie but, he did need a lift as he didn't know where to go, he had never been to this town, before. He then saw an old, broken four-wheeler, I even doubt if that thing could be called a car but, eventually it was a car. He took out his hand for a lift but, that car didn't stop even at his signal. He thought that car passed him and ignored his hand asking for help. Well, he was wrong, that car did stop 100 meters far from him. Actually, that wasn't the driver's fault, the car was so old that its brakes stopped it but, 100 meters later. 

Seeing the car stop, Workmenn rushed to that car, running on the road. He realized that, if this car is gone, the other one he might get in hours. He looked in from the side seat's window asking the driver if, he could provide him a lift. The driver asked him to hop in. He happily got in, he car moved like a tortoise and sounded like something was continuously breaking within it. Its carbarator sounded like it was farting black colored farts into the air. Workmenn thought, never mind, atleast I found something and someone, better than being unknown to a new town and being alone.

The driver asked him firstly what was his name! To that Workmenn replied, "My name is Sprout Workmenn, dear sir. I'm from JovialWiz." When the driver heard the name JovialWiz, his eyes popped out in surprise and he stared at Workmenn and thought, "Why would a man from such a happy and beautiful town filled with excellent people visit Taciturn!" But he thought maybe he had some important work he might know of so he didn't ask him rather he asked Workmenn where he needed to go! He was a bit confused about what to reply to so, he said, "Umm! I'm not sure where I want to go, I'm new here, just drop me by any good inn." Listening to that, the driver was really bewildered as to what did the man mean and if he was new here, why would even somebody as charming as he wants to be in this town in the first place. The man we're referring to here, Mr. Driver, or Mr. Boult Pavebee. He told Workmenn that there were many good inns in Taciturn, he would just drop him by one of them. Workmenn smiled as a gesture of gratitude to that.