A year ago, on an average Friday night in Crystal Cove, it began: the grand opening of Crystal Cove's Geisha House of Terror! I stood before THEM, and watched the eccentric consumers babble amongst each other, those mingling clusters of costumed teenagers, adults, and children that varied in age, all pressed together with great fanfare akin to the image of Justin Bieber fans - or "Beliebers" - at some silly, but profitable concert.
They were an Asian person's worst nightmare, what with their skimpy outfits, and oversized hairdos. There weren't Asians any in sight, naturally. Well, except the ones waiting inside… Oh, well.
"We wanna go in, Mayor Jones-sama!" cried a teenage girl who appeared to be dressed as some sort of feline-human hybrid, two pink, furry cat ears sticking out from her brunette hair. Cat Girl's friends waved at me, giggling. "Hai! I could just glomp him for this! He's so kawaii!"
I smiled at the crowd - despite the concern I felt for my well-being. After all, I was standing in between them and their natural habitat.
"The Geisha House of Terror is now open for business!" I announced. That is when, a tremendous cheer burst from the Anime fans. Sheriff Stone's hands flew up to his ears, but unlike him, I hesitated, and clasped both hands behind my back instead. "You'll find Anime tee-shirts, comic books, and-"
"Yeauhhhh!"
The crowd advanced like a herd of dashing rhinos, pushing me aside in an effort to reach their habitat. "Plastered politicians!" I swayed, unable to retain my balance. Until finally, I fell, crumpling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. My surroundings faded away as countless feet rumbled by...