Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-31176275-20170201225816

Looking around at the ruins that surrounded him, it began to dawn on Jimmy just how unbelievably lost he actually was. He wasn't just kinda lost, where he might be able to find his way if he could just find that one Nuka-Cola billboard and then have a rough idea of where he was. He was really, really lost, the kind of lost that makes you stand there and think to yourself, Wow, I'm pretty fuckin' lost.

He checked the beat-up tourists' pamphlet he'd picked up from some run-down gas station, searching for any hint of where he might be. His sense of direction was usually pretty good, even when he was irredeemably stoned, but he didn't really even have a rough idea of where anything was here. The pamphlet wasn't very helpful, either. Most of it was advertisements for local restaurants or tourist traps that probably weren't quite as nifty as they used to be, none of which seemed very appealing to him. There was an advertisement for visiting the Space Needle, though.

He looked up towards the north, where he could see the rough silhouette of the Needle in the distance. Well, he thought to himself, I guess that's a good start.

He folded up the pamphlet and stuck it in his coat pocket, rolled his shoulders to alleviate the strain on his back, and trudged onwards to the Space Needle.