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Pete and I went to another of those "town-hall" style meetings near here. Amazon was hosting this one, and they always bring good food, so we thought it would be worth our while.
They got a stage set up in some empty dirt lot with a generator and a PA system and all that, and a whole lot of folding chairs for the audience. I hear Amazon's got some new interest in taking over in this area. Can't think of why. But anyways, they're here to talk it over with us little people, and also the Braxon chieftains who are all sitting around in the front and trying to shoot it all down. The federal republic sent someone too, but he keeps getting shouted off the stage whenever he tries to talk so that's sure a waste of time.
Pete and I are loading up on sandwiches and coffee which is all top notch Amazon grub as usual. And Amazon's own rep finally takes her turn to talk. They've found some english-speaking elf to speak on their behalf, and that gets some attention for sure. Makes sense though, as there's not so many homo-saps left around here anyways.
And she's really well spoken, and it sounds like there's a real plan for this place. From what I can tell at least, although I'm mainly there just to eat. But the Braxons are all heckling her pretty hard, and that's got to be frustrating. Just mindless shouting, questions with no answer, catcalls, all of that stuff.
And it's so bad, that soon the rest of the audience is getting restless and whatever, and you can tell she knows she's losing them. And just then a bunch of goblins come out of nowhere and swarm the food tables, and that's the end of it. Everyone's running around freaking out, or trying to save the food, the Braxons are laughing so hard they're falling off their chairs, and it's just a mess. And the elf is so fed up by this point, that she starts cussing in her own language and then totally tosses the wireless mic for all she's worth. Really hurls it, and it's so, so awesome! But then it lands on the hood of one of the Braxon's trucks and dents it, and then they're all on their feet and there's no more laughing after that. Pete and I decide to grab one more sandwich and get the hell out of there.
My last look back, I see Amazon officials grappling with Braxons, and a goblin inside the giant bowl of potato salad that shatters as it rolls off the table. Such a shame how this all turned out. Because that potato salad was really, really good.