store description

It is a shining white store three stories high, decked out in the best armor that money can buy. On top of a metallic shield read a sign: Legends! We sell armor, stores, pies, people and ancient dreams! Ten cents the whole lot! One could say legends is like a black market to the past where one could buy the past armor and ideas. Do you want to play Bethoven? Just drink a can of Bethoven soda! Maybe be awesome as Sparticus! Drink his delicious soft drink. Want love? We have an ancient soft drink formula for that to! Running out of ideas? Have a lost dreams soda and become enlightened in what some great genius thought but was never recognized because he was poor, and take credit for it! We have every aisle filled with these affordable, helpful soft drinks, all three stories of it! Wealth awaits you for ten cents, so hurry up because every can is unique!

“Can I have some love” asked the ugly three hundred pound girl.
“Sure, it is only ten cents. And while you’re at it, special sale on inspirational quotes. Nine cents only today!”
“Sure!” see said as she walked out. Sucker. She then ran back in ten minutes later, “You need to help me, there’s a horde of creepers who are following me!” she yelled.
“Sorry no refunds, you agreed to the contract when you walked in and read the sign on the front door” he said, glad he had taken the no love drink that morning as she walked away discouraged, but he bought twenty cents of armor to protect herself. It was twenty cents because it is hard to find them in that size.


It is a store presentable enough on the outside but on the inside it is completely empty. That is because it is a store which cannot be owned. The only thing bought and sold in it is the store itself.

“Where’s the items” said the man as he walked in.
“There’s none, but if you give me five bucks the stores you.” The man at the counter said, and so was the way the stores curse passed hands, money.