My name is Aldrick. At least, I think it's Aldrick. The more time I spend
in Zozo, the less sure I am about what's true and what isn't. But I don't
exactly want to leave either. There's some sort of charm about this town of
liars, some sort of charm about the uneasy feeling, the monsters and
psychos that live in dark corners and the rain that never stops falling. I
can't quite put my finger on it. I mean, I know this place is dangerous.
The last people to come by who made it out alive were pretty unusual types,
with weird hairdos and clothing. I tried to warn them but I guess they
didn't need the warning. They even bought that rust solvent that I was
trying to unload.
No matter what time it is, there are always a bunch of people wandering around giving anyone who asks the wrong time. And it's always the same time. I guess I should be wondering why this doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but the more I think about it the less important it seems to be. I mean, who cares what time it is? In Zozo, it's always the same time. Jump between abandoned buildings to get to the top, nab any stuff that people before you have left behind, find a bed for the night, wake up in the morning to find that everything's been stolen. It's a way of life here and it's pretty addictive.
I haven't slept since I got here, and I've been here for a couple of weeks. My caffeine pills are running out and I'm beginning to feel that drugged exhaustion taking over, but I don't really care. I should really go find some treasure here. There's treasure everywhere here, in this dangerous city, and it's all there for the taking.
The constant rain is beginning to soak into my thick clothing. I'm not wet yet, but I will be soon, and it's starting to get cold. I never liked the cold; I became a merchant so I could travel to hot places. Yet here I am, cold and wet, standing around, waiting for more honest people to show up as I know they will, waiting to warn them away from this awful place. But it isn't really that awful. It's a little strange but it grows on you after a while. What brought you here, stranger? Are you looking for treasure? For adventure?
There really isn't anything worth having here. Some of the creatures that haunt dark corners carry relics, but nothing really useful or valuable. There are no shops to sell anything, not even shirts reading "I got out of Zozo with my honesty intact." There would be no takers anyway. Very few here have any money, and those who do usually have it stolen. Those who steal it have it stolen in turn. It's like a game. The point is to grab as many things as possible. Keeping them isn't important.
Care to buy some rust solvent? I'm sure there are doors or chests here that are rusted shut and I have a packet left. Hey, I've got an infinite supply! 20,000,000 gil! Buy some rust solvent!
Oh, sorry, what were we talking about?
Zozo? Never heard of it.
No matter what time it is, there are always a bunch of people wandering around giving anyone who asks the wrong time. And it's always the same time. I guess I should be wondering why this doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but the more I think about it the less important it seems to be. I mean, who cares what time it is? In Zozo, it's always the same time. Jump between abandoned buildings to get to the top, nab any stuff that people before you have left behind, find a bed for the night, wake up in the morning to find that everything's been stolen. It's a way of life here and it's pretty addictive.
I haven't slept since I got here, and I've been here for a couple of weeks. My caffeine pills are running out and I'm beginning to feel that drugged exhaustion taking over, but I don't really care. I should really go find some treasure here. There's treasure everywhere here, in this dangerous city, and it's all there for the taking.
The constant rain is beginning to soak into my thick clothing. I'm not wet yet, but I will be soon, and it's starting to get cold. I never liked the cold; I became a merchant so I could travel to hot places. Yet here I am, cold and wet, standing around, waiting for more honest people to show up as I know they will, waiting to warn them away from this awful place. But it isn't really that awful. It's a little strange but it grows on you after a while. What brought you here, stranger? Are you looking for treasure? For adventure?
There really isn't anything worth having here. Some of the creatures that haunt dark corners carry relics, but nothing really useful or valuable. There are no shops to sell anything, not even shirts reading "I got out of Zozo with my honesty intact." There would be no takers anyway. Very few here have any money, and those who do usually have it stolen. Those who steal it have it stolen in turn. It's like a game. The point is to grab as many things as possible. Keeping them isn't important.
Care to buy some rust solvent? I'm sure there are doors or chests here that are rusted shut and I have a packet left. Hey, I've got an infinite supply! 20,000,000 gil! Buy some rust solvent!
Oh, sorry, what were we talking about?
Zozo? Never heard of it.