Chapter 3: The Beginning of the Downhill Slide

Nothania was starting to become really quite a nice place to live; if you had enough food to spare you could trade it for a house. Think of that, a nice ass of something like a cow could buy you the building blocks and tools that could help you create a less than luxurious wooden shack built anywhere that took your fancy. The things quickly noticed that if you got a little bored of where you were you could either take your shack with you to somewhere nicer or just make one somewhere else. This is when property developers were created, clever capitalist things that traded naff all for an old shack, made it better and sold it off for more ass of cow-like creature. Some things couldn’t be bothered with all that sort of effort and just decided to copy and sell maps, but these things didn’t do it at the seaside with the other map sellers, oh no, these things saw a hole in the market and set up shack half way to the seaside and also sold tea and sandwiches to passers by. The things by the seaside started to notice a drop in trade and so went to investigate why.

Using their own maps the map seller things quickly found the other things who were flogging the same stuff for less and had a word with them, because nearly every thing on Nothania was pretty reasonable and no one had discovered body building and steroids, no one really bothered to get into fisticuffs with each other, since it would always likely be a draw, no one had made the connection between using a blunt object as a weapon and always winning a fight yet, like I said Nothania was a nice place to live. Anyway, the map selling things had a word and a deal was made where the map sellers would get a cut of the other maps sellers sales, although the other map sellers wanted this stuff they had heard about called Ice Cream that was only sold by the sea side, no one knows why since it’s usually hot there and it melts quickly.

The other map sellers weren’t making as much cow ass as they were and it was starting to annoy them, they were selling stuff and not getting all the meat for it, yet another thing who hadn’t done anything was getting, literally, a slice of their pie. In the tiny capitalist other map sellers brains they hatched a plan; they would steal the recipe for ice cream and run away with it to a place that wasn’t on the map, that way they could make loads of food and would never be found, it was foolish thing proof. So they set off in search for the ice cream recipe.