WASTELAND! With Horses - Chapter 5

>the sounds of elation fade away as you stare out into the empty wasteland
>this land was fertile prairie not even one year ago
>and now desert vegetation is conquering the sandy dunes before you
>you have to squint as, even with the damaged Sun's dimmer rays, the bright glare from landscape stings your eyes
>your squint becomes tighter when a lazy plume of sand meanders into your face on a hot breeze
>you could almost believe that Ponyville was hundreds of miles away rather the measly hundreds of yards behind you where it stood
~"So what do we do now?"
"We, um, go somewhere. And do something."
_"Where do we go?"
>hopefully somewhere close, this heat is awful
>your gaze sweeps across the wasteland and rests at the base of a nearby mountain
>you look up and see that it's crowned by once-magnificent castle, now melted and deformed like so much wax
>you point at it
"There. To Canterlot."
~"You know that's at the top of a mountain, right? What, are we gonna take a train? I hope not, because all the conductors are dead, and I'm the only one here who knows how to climb."
"Oh, Red, please. We won't have to climb it. That's Canterlot Mountain; if there was ever a mountain with well-trod hoofpaths, that's the one. Why, we can even follow the train tracks to keep from getting lost."
_"It's an awfully long way up."
"And it would be a much longer journey still to go anywhere else. Aryanne, darling, you've been awfully quiet for this. What do you think?"
/"I vill obey your orders, fuhrer."
~"Oh, come on! She's literally a fascist! Of course she'd say that!"
"Two against two, tie goes to the squad leader. We're going."
>Red doesn't attempt to argue your childish logic, likely due to the fact that she doesn't have a real leg to stand on either
>you're already walking to the mountain, and your team is already following
_"H-hey, I never said I didn't want to go! What are we gonna do in Canterlot? Is there even going to be anyone to help? Is it safe up there? You know Canterlot got hit the worst, is it even possible to go up there without dying?"
"Relax, Sketchy. I've got the geiger counter, remember? It'll warn us well before we reach dangerous levels of radiation. And Canterlot was our capital city. There's bound to be at least some ponies up there eking out an existence."
_"What if they don't want our help?"
~"That's their problem."
"Change of heart?"
~"I just wanna kill shit. Doesn't mean I think this is a good idea."
_"Wh-what could go wrong?"
~"Call it a feeling, kiddo."
>chatting makes the time pass as you approach the mountain
"Look, we're at the base already. There are the train tracks, leading right up the side of the mountain. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours to reach the city."
/"Erm, fuhrer?"
"What?"
/"Do you hear zat?"
>you freeze
>there's complete and utter silence
>no desert birds crowing in the distance
>no locusts whining from the cacti
>not even the sound of wind
>but wait
>one sound catches your ear
>it's a hissing sound
>not like a snake's hissing
>like a hissing noise that a pony might make from the back of her throat
>you glance around and spy a nearby cave bored into the mountain
>from it peer three sets of glowing, indigo eyes
>entirely indigo, there's no iris or white as far as you can tell
>they shamble from the darkness into the light
>you can tell that they're ponies
>or, more accurately, that they were ponies
>they're totally hairless
>their skin is red and cracked like sandstone
>you can tell from their desiccated forms that they've adapted to life as desert fauna
>they keep ambling toward you, baring sharp fangs
>the fangs, you fancy, show how these creatures get their primary source of hydration
>blood
>your blood

>the desert creatures pick up speed and lunge at you
>your party scatters off to the sides
>you try to jump backwards
>but you aren't fast enough
>one of the mutants sinks its fangs into your previously un-injured shoulder
>the creature applies no suction, but you can feel blood leaving your body regardless, as if by normal osmosis alone
>you jam the barrel of your pistol into the creature's head
>it doesn't seem to notice
>you fire
>the monster's head explodes like a shattered vase
>its body crashes onto the desert floor, dumping a pile of thick, black goop and pink dust
>a healthy serving of this wholesome mixture splatters onto your face
>seeing the ease with which you dispatched this adversary, Red and Aryanne move in to fire
>Aryanne's shot cleanly hits a monster in the head, and it dies in much the same way yours did
>Red, not to be outdone, tries to aim for the head too
>her aim is a little bit low, and it pulverises the creature's neck instead
>the head flies through the air and shatters on the ground
>Red laughs triumphantly, apparently pleased with the display
~"That was great! Let's go see if there are more in that cave."
"What? No! Let's not see if there are more in the cave. Let's keep moving up to Canterlot."
"Oh, relax. Did you see how easy those things are to kill? We could take on a dozen of them in two seconds."
"This one was wearing a ring!"
>you look and see that Sketchy is pointing at the hoof of one of the vanquished mutants
>indeed, it's adorned by a hoof ring of the brightest silver you've ever seen
>in this lighting, it almost looks pure white
/"A vealthy mare."
"I'll say."
~"I'll bet you she and her little freaky friends used to live in Canterlot."

>naturally, you take the ring
>being held in your magic, the ring feels nice
>you hold up a hoof and deposit the ring onto it
>you nearly drop the ring
>it's ice cold
>you take it back into your magic, where it can't give you frostbite
>you can see gray, shapeless reflections very faintly on the surface of the white silver
>and expertly embedded into the metal so as to be perfectly flush with its surface is a diamond that sparkles as though with the stars themselves
"All right, we'll look into the cave."
~"Ha. You would've made a great pirate, Rube. Always on a quest for more shiny stuff."
>she starts to waltz inside
"Wait. Don't go in without my say-so. We'll go in together."
~"Fine."
>she stares into the cave from just outside its mouth
>Sketchy follows suit, and Aryanne goes to wait as well
>you try to quickly whisk the ring into your saddlebag
>but you encounter some resistance
>you magic your saddlebag over in front of your face to see what's happening
>when you try to insert the silver ring, your golden ring glows a fierce whitish-gold color and the silver ring is repelled
>you're gonna have to find some way to muscle this thing in
/"Fuhrer?"
>the rings stop fighting and drop lifelessly to the bottom of your bag
/"Vhat's wrong? Is zere something wrong vith your bag?"
>Aryanne cranes her neck to see the inside of your bag
>you quickly close it and place it back on your rump
"Nope. Nothing's wrong. Let's go see what's in that cave."
>Aryanne cocks an eyebrow
~"Fucking finally. I can't see shit, cap'n. Light that shit up so we can see what's in there."
>you trot up to the cave entrance and light up your horn
>it's a shallow cave without much room for an army of desert mutants
>but there sure is room for a decent cache of loot
>bits, ammo, a top hat
>even an assault rifle

~"Looks like booty to me."
"Well, now who's being creepy?"
~"What? Ruby, that's pretty obviously just an expression."
_"Yeah. What's so creepy about that? It's just a pirate word for loot."
/"Maybe you should learn to be more tolerant of other cultures, fuhrer."
"How in the hell does 'booty' translate to 'loot'?"
~"Pretty easily if your mind's not constantly in the gutter, you fucking creep."
"Whatever. I'm holding onto the bits."
>you step inside the cave
>Red bounds after you
~"You can have 'em. I call dibs on that sweet-ass rifle."
>Aryanne storms after her
/"Vait, vhy you? You have ze jacket."
~"I'm a medic. I need armor more than you."
/"And I have been training vith veapons for years. I can use zat rifle better zan you can."
~"Bullshit you can."
/"Vhat is ze name of zat rifle and vhat kind of ammo does it take?"
~"Er, hold on, I know I read about this in that book yesterday…"
/"It is an EQ 97, and it takes ammo from zose 7.62 millimetre clips right over there."
~"Fuck, fine, you can have the fucking gun!"
_"Can I take that hat?"
~"Can I at least hold onto the ammo?"
"Red, you took all the ammo from the root cellar yesterday. I think we should divvy this up more evenly."
>Red sighs
>the booty is properly distributed
>you can't resist looking around the cave to see if there's anything more hidden in here
>some rocks there
>some bones there
>actually a lot of bones there
>a game of tic tac toe etched into the wall
>O victory
>you stumble over a book
>you open it and light up your horn to read it

PARAGRAPH SIX:
Las Pegasus is an island. Cloudsdale is intact, but the clouds it was on are
damaged and the city is slowly sinking to the ground. Canterlot suffered a lot
of damage. Ponies started changing. Desert ponies with red, rocky skin.
Screamers with green, scaly skin. Even ghouls with grey, squishy skin. They
all want to kill me. Escaped to this cave with brother and sister. Before we
left, a white pony with cold, hard skin offered me this ring. Promised it would hold
off the changes. She was right, but it doesn't last forever. Been here too long,
changing into a desert pony anyway. Just heard about some ponies still in Canterlot
who aren't changing. Can't go back to them now. Should have left with the guard.

So thirsty.

>you put the diary down and blink hard
>you think about what this means
>now you know that there are still ponies in Canterlot
>but there are also hordes of mutants

"Hey guys, you may want to check this out."
/"Vhat?"
"I found a diary from one of the monsters."
~"I'm pretty sure they weren't literate."
"They were when they were ponies."
/"Vell, vhat did zey write?"
"Well there's some stuff about some cities out there, some details of the escape, and a healthy dose of fear, but of more immediate interest to us: the current state of Canterlot."
/"Vunderbar. How are things up zere?"
"Good news or bad news first?"
~"Always pick bad."
_"C-can we hear the good news first for once?"
/"Vhat could be bad?"
"The city is largely overrun with mutants and radiation."
~"What could possibly be good about this?"
"There's at least one habitable area with normal ponies left."
_"They must be having some sort of trouble."
~"Hopefully. Let's get up there and shoot some shit."
"Do you all still want to go?"
>your squadmates nod and make sounds of affirmation
>actually still want was probably the wrong word
>they didn't want to go, and now they do
>an idea strikes you
>you may need additional communication
>you rip a blank sheet from the diary and pen a note asking for another copy of the communication spell
>you pull out the spell scroll and go through the steps
>a pathetic little piddling thing of a spark falls from your horn onto the paper
>fire is not your specialty
>but the paper lights up all the same
>after a few seconds of burning it disappears
>after another few seconds two scrolls materialize by your head
>the first is another copy of the flame spell
>the other is a question
>"Why not just copy the spell yourself? Regards, Twilight"
>well
>that would have just been too simple
"All right, let's go then. I'd like to get up there where it's cooler before noon."
>you set out from the cave
>you intend to go up, but you see something you didn't expect
>there, on the train tracks at the base of the mountain, is a train
>this would be perfectly if not for the fact that the train wasn't there when you went into the cave
>and that civilization has collapsed
>somehow it must have pulled in while you were grabbing your loot
>there are ponies moving to and from the train with various equipment
>they appear to be setting up some sort of encampment
>a stallion sitting on the back of the caboose notices you and waves
>you're nothing if not a polite mare; you can't resist waving back
>should you maybe stop by to visit?
>on the one hoof, that'd probably just be a waste of time
>on the other, you're nothing if not polite

>hm
>well, it doesn't seem like any harm could come
"Before we go, let's talk to these ponies."
~"Why?"
"Well that stallion there is waving to us. I think he wants to chat."
_"Or maybe he wants to enslave us!"
"Oh, that's nonsense. He probably has some more information about Canterlot for us."
~"What the hell makes you think that?"
"Well, look how friendly the old fellow looks!"
>somehow you've managed to walk all the way over to the encampment, team in tow, without any of your squadmates noticing
>you're nothing if you're not the kind of mare who gets what she wants
>"Well, hello there!"
"Good morning, sir!"
>"Welcome to the Train Tribe's humble encampment. We're only just now getting set up."
/"Ze… Train Tribe?"
>"That's right, little fraulein. We're proper nomads. We take the Great Train wherever the Mighty Tracks may lead."
"Well that's fascinating."
>"We've got three clans here in the Tribe. Over there we've got the Abaco Clan, a right upstanding bunch if I ever did see one. Over there is the Suffolk Clan; they're mostly quiet but also mostly harmless. And over there you'll see the Trakehner Clan, and that's a bunch I just don't trust one little bit."
"Well, thank you s-"
>"Oh, and about two cars up you can ask the astonishing Train Oracle about your future. He's mystical, I swear by the Sun itself! And one car past him is our shop, where you can buy any supplies you might need."
"Well, thank you for telling us about your people, sir. I came here to ask if there was anything you knew about Canterlot."
>"You're going to Canterlot? Well, say, are you girls Rangers?"
"We certainly are, sir."
>"Well, we got Rangers on their way up to Canterlot. Ain't that just a blessing? I sure could use some brave ponies headed up to Canterlot right about now."
"Why's that?"
>"Well, I got a letter for a pony named Skull Squisher living up in Canterlot, and it sure would be convenient if I could some strong young folks like you to deliver it for me."
~"What's in it for us?"
>"I'm an Abaco. If you could carry out this task for my clan, we'd make sure to reward you."

"We'll take the letter up for you, sir."
>"Really? Splendid! Skull Squisher should be waiting for you in Spot's Pub. You can just take this right in there and get it done."
"It's not a problem, sir. We're out here to help our fellow ponies."
>the old stallion hands you the letter, thanks you again, and goes inside the caboose
~"Ruby, why the hell did you agree to that?"
_"Skull Squisher?!"
"Oh, do relax, dears. This gives us somewhere to go when we reach Canterlot. We're not going to find anything to do by aimlessly wandering around the city."
_"Skull Squisher?"
"I'll concede it's a… strange name. But enough on that. We're heading up the mountain now. Do you all have enough equipment?"
"Yessssss, we have enough shit. Can we go now?!"
>well
>you've got adequate ammo
>adequate bits
>your various tools
>Twilight Sparkle's spell, complete with backup copy
>even a little extra food
"All right, let's go then!"
>on your way out the camp, you pass the astonishing Train Oracle
>he's completely passed out, and you can smell alcohol on his breath from twenty feet away
~"Ohoh, man. We have got to talk to this guy next time we stop by here."
/"Vhy?"
~"I'm a seasoned pirate. If there's anything I've learned, it's that old drunk ponies are usually wiser than most can comprehend."
_"Really?"
~"Of course not. It'd just be funny. I betcha he'd wake up and try to tell us our futures if we brought him some liqueur."
"Can we please not bully the old drunk ponies? You're probably going to be one some day, after all."
>Red scowls
~"I have no desire to live long enough to be like that."
/"Ze trail is zat vay."
>you see that in your conversation you've gotten a little sidetracked, literally
"Oh, of course."
>you turn and approach the mountain
>and you take your first step onto it
>and you proceed upward
>for a while, there's no sound but the clip clop of hooves on the hard stone
"Oh, Red, I meant to ask you something earlier."
~"What?"
"What was that fake North Trottingham accent for this morning."
~"'Twasn't a fake accent, lass."
"So you're from North Trottingham then?"
"Most pirates are."
/"How come you do not normally speak zat vay zen?"
~"I've been all over the world. I was actually… raised… in Saddle Arabia during my teen years… I can pick up a new accent…"
>she rears up and claps her hooves
~/"…like zat."
>Aryanne is unimpressed by the impersonation
>you know North Trottingham to have been a suburb just north of Trottingham
>you know that it was a poorer town, and it doesn't really surprise you to hear that pirates often came from there
_"Saddle Arabia? What were the ponies like there?"
~"I don't wanna talk about that shit right now."
/"Vait, stop."
"What is it?"
/"Shh."
>there's a click-click-clicking noise, like hooves or claws or something striking the stony mountain, coming from a ledge above you

"Let's take cover."
>wordlessly, you brace yourself against the side of the ledge where the noise is coming from
>your team stands looking at you askance
>you scowl and wave toward yourself with your hoof, and point at the rock wall
>Aryanne takes the hint and follows your lead
_"What are you doing?"
>the clicking stops
>you have to contain your response to an urgent hissing tone
"Get over here you idiots!"
~"Why didn't you just say so?"
>a snuffling, sniffing sound reaches your ears
"Shut. Up."
>Red and Sketchy finally take cover with you
>the sniffing noise is right above your head now
>you don't dare look up
>whatever is up there offers a growl that strangely echoes in your mind
>it bellows a mighty, unearthly howl that vibrates in your teeth for its depth while stinging your ears for its high pitch
>you can see the shade below you flash a bright red and feel a great heat buffet the back of your neck
>the clicking recedes into the distance
>you finally look up
>the rocks above your head, all the way down to a mere inch above your height, are scorched black
>whatever it was, it probably saw you
>Red and Aryanne see the scorch marks over you and stare wide-eyed
>Sketchy is shaking
"Let's keep moving. There's no sense in getting stuck on this mountain longer than we need to."
/"Agreed."
>you keep your ears peeled as you continue upward in silence
>after about an hour of uneventful climbing, you hear a disturbing little growling sound
>it's different from before
>it's a frantic, vicious, and constantly changing tone
>you stop and look around to try and find the unwanted company
>but you see nothing
>you're looking directly in the direction of the noise and see nothing but a cactus swaying in the wind
>wait
>there is no wind
>the cactus shudders and shakes and waves its branches around
>finally, the desert vegetation pulls itself from the ground and stands on its roots
>twitching and growling, the cactus is approaching you, walking like a crab
"Oh, come on! Why is this allowed?"
>you're under attack from a mutant cactus

"Run!"
>you fire at the mutant cactus and scramble up the path
>the bullet hits its mark and punches a hole in the cactus' tough skin
>it mouthlessly bellows a jerky roar
>water pours freely from the cactus' wound and the beastly plant slows down
>but it maintains its pursuit
>the cactus raises its left branch and swings it hard
>the manoeuver sends dozens of needles flying through the air
>the needles stick Sketchy's rump like darts on a dartboard
>she shrieks and tries to brush the needles off of her
>she succeeds only in snapping a few of them in half
~"Sketchy, stop! You're gonna make it harder to pull those out!"
>the cactus cries a strangled cry and you hear a crash from behind you
>the cactus has fallen, and a weak dribble of water is piddling from its wound
>the cactus has bled to death

"All right, can we please help Sketchy?"
~"Yeah. You guys hold her down. I'll get those needles out."
_"H-hold me down?!"
/"Relax, kamerad. Is for your own safety."
>Sketchy considers this and stops shaking so much
>Aryanne tackles Sketchy to the ground and lies spread out over her torso
>Sketchy begins thrashing wildly
>you pin down her rear legs with your magic
~"Sketch, you have to stop moving. If you don't, it'll only hurt worse and take longer to pull those things out."
>Sketchy takes a number of deep breaths and she goes from thrashing to shaking to quivering to still
~"There we go. Don't worry; putting my mouth right next your plot isn't exactly the highlight of my day either."
_"Y-y-your m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mouth?!"
>Red leans down, takes a cactus needle between her teeth, nods up and down, and eases it out
~"Yep. There's no other way for me to get these things. My hooves would probably just jam them in even farther, and I don't have magic."
_"Couldn't Ruby do it?"
~"Oh, come on, you're a medic too; you know there's a specific way in which these things have to be removed."
>Sketchy sighs
~"Besides, do you really want Miss Creepy Trottingham-isms over there touching your butt?"
>Red reaches down to grab another needle
>you frown and loosen your grip on Sketchy's legs as she does so
>Sketchy's lower back bucks up and hits Red in the jaw
~"Hey! Hold on back there!"
"Whoops. My mistake."
>:^)
~"Whatever."
>Red yanks out another needle
>Sketchy cries out
~"Hey! Be careful!"
"Oh, right, yeah yeah yeah, sorry."
>Red reaches down and eases out a needle properly
>a sound like a toot on a horn rings out quietly
~"Sketchy, you motherfucker! Did you really just fart in my face?"
_"S-s-sorry!"
>you sigh
>it takes an uncomfortably long time to pull all those needles out
>but eventually it gets done
>Red sighs
>Sketchy's butt looks like it caught some sort of pox
~"All right. Let's get this thing bandaged up."
>Red grabs a bandage from her medkit
~"Ruby, lift her ass up a little."
_"Wh-what?!"
>you lift her ass up enough for Red to operate underneath it
>Red takes the bandage and deftly works it around Sketchy's flanks
>she knots it off at the base of Sketchy's left hind leg and sighs again
~"All right. All done."
>you lower Sketchy down and let go of her
>Aryanne gets up and shakes her legs a bit
>Sketchy slowly rises and turns her head to examine Red's handiwork
"Good stuff. Can't stop moving though."
>you slap Sketchy's ass
"Come on! Let's get going!"
>Sketchy moans loudly in pain and allows her front half to sink back down to the ground
~"Ruby, what the actual fuck?"
"Oh! Uh, needles. Right."
~"Why in the fuck would you slap her ass in the first place?"
"It's a-"
~"Don't you fucking tell me it's a Trottingham thing!"
"No! It's a way you tell somepony to get moving!"
~"Yep. It's a Trottingham thing. Ruby, I have never once heard of that."
"Oh, come on, you're from Trottingham!"
~"No, I'm from North Trottingham. We have our own brand of weirdness: kilts, bagpipes, relationships with sheep; but that shit I've never fucking heard of."
"Well, I'm sorry then, Sketchy. But we do need to keep moving if we want to be there before it gets hot. Can you manage?"
_"I'm fine."
>to prove her point, she steps forward and winces
_"Ooohhhh…"
>this might take a little longer than you thought it would
/"Up, up, up. On mein back."
>Sketchy climbs onto Aryanne's back and wraps her hooves around Aryanne's neck
>all right, Aryanne's a strong pony; this won't take too terribly long
>after about another hour of walking up the mountain while discussing Trottinham and North Trottingham, the city gate of Canterlot comes into veiw
"There it is! We're almost there. And in great time, too; noon isn't for another two hours."
>the stagnant desert air is split by a scream
>a green, scaly pony with a thick neck and a doll strapped to its flank tumbles into the path before you
>it gets up, looks at you, screams a deep and dumb-sounding scream, and advances clumsily
>this must be one of those screamers described in that diary
>if you remember what it said correctly, then this thing probably wants to kill you

"Let's fucking kill this thing!"
>the screamer's swollen face jolts at you with a look of fury
>its clumsy, menacing advance becomes a flailing, rapid one
>for something so apparently uncoordinated, it sure is fast
>you fire off one round into it
>the projectile hits the beast in the left foreleg
>the leg swings back on its joint and the screamer goes tumbling to the ground
>it rolls and slides right up to your hooves
>it flails on the ground, picks up its right foreleg, and knocks you five feet back with its engorged hoof
>you land hard on your side
>Red fires into the creature's side and knocks it down before it can get back up
>Aryanne does likewise when it tries to get up again
>Sketchy aims to fire, but her gun jams
>this gives the screamer adequate time to leap to its hooves
>it yells its mentally-handicapped battle cry and pounces right on you
>you're knocked onto your back
>and you gaze into the bloodshot, yellow eyes of the screamer

>and the beast gazes back into yours
>you lift up your head and try to poke the screamer with your horn
>it's too tall, too far away; you can't quite reach
>all you've done is agitate it slightly
>it grunts and gives you a whiff of its breath
>you audibly gag at this
>the beast is visibly excited by your gagging and grunts again
>you hear, but don't dare turn your head to see, Red and Aryanne arguing over what to do
~"We've gotta shoot that thing."
/"Nein, ve cannot. From here ve could miss and hit Ruby."
~"Let's get closer then."
/"Red, stop!"
>the screamer looks to see what you assume is Red approaching it
>it doesn't like this development, to say the least
>it raises its head and screams, then it dips its face before yours and screams some more
>now, it's close enough now!
>you crane your neck up and jab it in the eye with your horn
>the screamer's screaming intensifies
>it covers its eye with hoof and falls down to the side of you
/"Now!"
>a mighty crack rings out and the screamer's head explodes right next to your face
>you're splattered with warm, yellow goop
>you leap to your hooves and claw at your face
"I have had it with mutant entrails on my fucking face!"
>a drop of it falls into your mouth and you shriek
>actually, you'll never tell anyone this, but it kind of tastes like really sugary orange juice
>you finally clear enough up to open your eyes
>Red is laughing her ass off
>even Aryanne is smirking
>Sketchy isn't paying attention to you anymore
>she's too busy trying to unjam her gun
>and the remainder of her attention, judging by the winces on her face, is focused on her hurt butt
"All right. All right now. Let's get inside of Canterlot and leave this awful mountain path behind us."
>you walk the remaining hundred yards or so to the Canterlot gate
>Red keeps glancing over at you the whole way there
>she's biting her lip and holding back tears from her eyes
"Shut up, Red."
~"I didn't say anything!"
"You were thinking it."
~"It's not my fault you look so damned ridiculous right now."
"What? What do I look like?"
~"Kinda like really ugly tye-die."
/"I vas thinking more like ugly camoflage."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
~"It means that pretty, creme-colored coat of yours is seriously stained, sister."
_"I got it!"
>Sketchy fires her gun to show you just what she's gotten
>the round penetrates a wooden, hoof-painted sign right above your head
>"WELCOME TO CANTERLOT"
>you're finally within the city
>another crude sign in front of you offers more information
>"DR. SADDLEBERG'S CLINIC - ON CELESTIA BLVD"
>"SPOT'S PUB - ON HORSESHOE STREET"
>"CONESTOGA INN - ON CLYDESDALE WAY"
>"CITY HALL AND COURTHOUSE - ON SUN STREET"
>"CITY LIMITS ARE MOON ROAD, HARMONY DRIVE, ELM STREET, AND THIS GATE"