What is life to you? A complicated group of math equations, arranged on a chalkboard expected to be answered by the observing students? Or perhaps a tamed lion? Soft to the touch, yet deadly if provoked. Maybe your view on life has not been decided yet. Well if you want my view on life it goes a little something like this. Life is like an arrangement of roads. Paths set out before you, followed by at least someone. There's always a road for at least one person to trail. However this passageway is special. The roads you follow never end. Even in death, the road will still go on and on because nothing about you changes when you die. Even though at the end of your life nothing will matter.

You're probably wondering why I'd discuss a topic like our existence at a time like this. Well, in the course of my life I've come to understand the very value of it. Life is fleeting, live every day as if you were going to die the next, because you just might. Carpe diem: seize the moment. So that's why I'm going to tell you a story. The story of me, Rhapsody the lynx, an average every day girl with casual clothing and has a renown "issue" for wearing formal attire but that's just me. Anyways, let's get started I'm not fond of leaving this earth long forgotten. Sit back and relax because this may take a while...

I remember it like it had happened yesterday. Another ordinary day during an ordinary week. The sun shining and Mobians were going about their daily business. My eyelids fluttered for a moment as I rose from my bed and peered out the window. I grasped onto the blanket, feeling its comforting warmth once again before departing, then lay it carelessly onto the bedside.

Dressed and fed, I walked out the room I had slept in and let out a mighty yawn, which had startled my younger brother, sitting at the table. He wasn't the most attractive of people. Short for his age and jet black fur, a green snot colored scarf wrapped around his neck like a snake and an orange clashing shirt. He looked over at me with amber eyes and a tired gaze.

"Morning." he said, his voice barely above a whisper and slightly cracked. The young lynx plopped down from the chair he had been sitting in and sluggishly walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing a block of cheese, his favorite.

"Anything new been happening lately?" I asked, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and setting it down on the table. The younger lynx nodded his head slightly and pulled out a newspaper.

"Something about...events going on in New Mobotropolis as usual...it's supposed to get cloudy around here by tomorrow.." he continued reading off the paper, his eyes skimming through every couple words. "Dang, New Mobotropolis, I wish we could go there." he said, resting the newspaper onto the floor.

I couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Too expensive. And if it were even possible, you'd have to find a way to transport us from here to there in a matter of seconds." I remarked.

"Well what do you know? We live in a dead end town that hasn't had a technological advancement in forever! The rest of Mobius is eons ahead of our time." he replied.

"Tell you what, if I ever find something like that in my lifetime, I'll come home and bring it back to you, alright Verbolten?" I said. The lynx paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating something and then nodded a bit.

"Alright." he responded. It wasn't like I was actually going to find one. I mean it's hard for me to travel as it is, there's no way there's something like that in this world. If there was then I would have known about it by now. And frankly, if someone were to develop technology such as that, they would have to figure out a way to construct it in a fashion that transports living and non-living matter without utterly annihilating their very structure and being. Seems like me being a smartass like always, but sometimes that's just how I am.

"Hey, Miss Non-Believer, if you don't get your tail moving you're going to be late to work." Verbolten reminded me, half focused on his ridiculous block of cheese. My ears perked up for a moment. I had been so distracted on reasoning with my sibling that I had totally disregarded the fact that today was Monday. A work day. The worst work day.

Without responding to his remark I quickly grabbed a doughnut from the counter and dashed out of the house and around the back. Inserting my key into the lock of the shed and hearing a loud click, I pressed my hand against the door, revealing the inside. It was dusty and worn, I hadn't cleaned back here for quite some time. The only reason I would really come here for anything would be to grab my bike every morning, which I have been doing for as long as I can remember. Doing so, I walked along the road for a bit, guiding my bike alongside me and plopped onto the seat. With a couple kicks of the feet, the bike rolled its way down the street. At this point it's not hard for me to ride to work in the morning. I can remember doing this for the first couple times and it was a struggle to make it to the front door of the coffee shop. Three days in, and I was already getting threats from my boss, saying "If you don't start getting your act together, you can expect that fifty dollars a week to fly through someone else's window." And quite frankly I'd rather keep the job I have then take the time to find another one once again.

I didn't know it yet, but today was not going to be a normal day. For the most part, Loudonport was one of the most stagnant and primitive towns I had ever seen in my life. In fact most of the technology this planet has managed to invent and manufacture I lack. The most technological thing I've seen in my house is the television in the living room which has a whole bunch of buttons that even allow you to talk with other people if you click one of them but that's about it.

But today I was about to experience the technology and the cruel mask that hid behind that technology. A world sugar-coated in promising futures and aspiring dreams always wants something in return. What is it exactly the world desires in return? For some lucky customer to stand in line and step right up to get a free smack-in-the-face by misfortune. And I was next.