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- >In the deep woods of the mountains, sits a cabin.
- >All alone.
- >You, Anon, are the resident, and live in the place all by yourself.
- >But you don't have a job, use money or pay taxes.
- >The government doesn't even know your whereabouts.
- >This land is not owned by you, and you have used wood from trees you cut down to build the cabin yourself.
- >Even though it's not your documented profession, you're a lumberjack.
- >Most of your day is spent chopping down trees and hunting your food.
- >But no one else even goes near this part of the woods.
- >The only thing that connects your cabin to the nearest road is a beaten dirt path that you made yourself.
- >In order to get any mail, you have to use the post office in the nearest town about 3 miles away to receive packages and letters.
- >Your fake identity is Rusty Shackleford, which you use to get mail.
- >When you live alone, you develop certain needs.
- >Manly needs.
- >And only jerking it just ain't enough.
- >Hike all the way over to the post office and place an order for a life sized body pillow of your waifu.
- >Yes, a body pillow.
- >A lonely man who works hard all the time has needs, you know.
- >Give specific directions for the delivery person to drive all the way up to the cabin.
- >You want this delivery to be discreet, and not in front of everyone in town.
- >…
- >The mail van stops in front of your place a few hours later at about 8:30pm.
- >It swerves clumsily along the path.
- >And then crashes into a tree.
- >The van rolls away into an opening from the impact.
- >You immediately run over to help.
- >The door on the driver's side opens.
- >Barely make out the image of a gray girl with blonde hair step out.
- "Miss? Are you alright?" You address her.
- >She looks at you, which brings to your attention that her eyes aren't pointing in the same directions.
- >Why was she in charge of driving a van and delivering things to people's houses?
- >"Yeah. I'm okay. It doesn't look that bad." She replies. "I have a package for… Rusty Shackleford?"
- "Yeah, that's me."
- >The girl goes to the back of the crashed van and retrieves a long box.
- >"Don't worry about the van. This isn't the first time that happened."
- "O… kay, then. So, how does the signing thing work? I think there's a pen inside."
- >"Alright, let's go."
- >She follows you over toward your residence, speaking with you along the way.
- "Are… are you sure that your van's going to be okay." You ask.
- >"Oh, sure. I've crashed it before. It happens a lot, since I can't really see straight all the time. Sorry about that, but at least I got the package to you. And that's all that matters to you, right?"
- "Yeah."
- >"And I understand it's… confidential. Right?"
- >Nod boldly.
- >You don't care if she knows.
- >What's she going to do anyway?
- >Tell her coworkers?
- >Privacy and discretion are her primary concerns.
- >At least more than transportation.
- >"So… this is quite a nice place you've got here." She compliments as you both enter through the front door.
- >Walk over to a small nearby desk and pick out a pen from the drawer.
- "Eh, it's not much. The place isn't very big at all." You reply as she gets the signing papers out.
- >"Well it sure is better than mine." The mail girl compliments.
- "Alright, well thanks, then."
- >"So, that'll be 59.95. And you also have to sign here." She explains, pointing to a signature line at the bottom.
- >You freeze as you're reminded that there is a price that comes with what you purchased.
- >It occurs to you that you don't have any money.
- >Look over to the mail girl, who is somewhat gazing at you with an adorable look on her face.
- >Her pupils aren't pointed at you, but you can tell she's focusing on you.
- >"What's wrong?" She asks. "Didn't you… want this?"
- "What? No, it's not that. It's just that, I don't really have any money."
- >Her eyes widen.
- "It's not like I'm poor or anything. I just don't really… use money."
- >"You… don't use money? I don't understand."
- "Well, you see, I'm a Lumberjack. And a Hunter. I hunt and grow my own food and build my own shelter." You explain. "I have a small field of crops I made a few miles out in a nearby clearing where no one goes. And This entire cabin was built by me. I'm pretty much completely self-sufficient."
- >"Whoa…" The girl says. "You're tough, Rusty. But… you still have to pay."
- >Sigh.
- >This is obviously starting to become awkward for her.
- >You can sense it in her facial expression.
- >But the situation is different for you.
- >This is a mere social and financial blunder.
- >Immediately know what to say to her.
- "I'm very sorry about that. I should have taken into consideration that I would need some form of currency to afford this transaction." You apologize, beginning to plot a way in your head to make your own homemade body pillow from scratch.
- >The mail girl looks at you with a worried look in her eyes.
- >You can't help but feel at least slightly apologetic.
- >But the feeling intensifies as she speaks to you.
- >"But... your package..." The girl says to you. "I brought it all the way over here just for you. It's my job to deliver it."
- "Alright, look. I don't have any money to pay for this, and that most likely won't be the case any time soon. So I guess you'll just have to return it."
- >The girl's crossed eyes jump at the sound of the word 'return'.
- >"Re... re-return? But then the delivery will be a failure." She whimpers.
- >Is she accumulating tears in her eyes?
- "No, wait. There's no reason to be sad about it. It's really no big deal."
- >"Maybe for you. But for me, delivering mail is... everything." The gray blonde girl insists, sounding a bit choked up.
- >You may not really feel any feelings inside for her, but still, she seems really upset about this.
- >"There... there has to be a way!" She vows, now legitimately beginning to tear up.
- >Just at that instant, the mail van explodes in the distance.
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