Polcompball: Nexus/Old Chapter 2.5: Disgust

Cast

Former Centrist Congress

Sewer Group

Shrine to The Great Cleanser

Act 1: A Bad Decision

Under the Centrist Congress, Sewers

...

(Screams are heard all throughout the sewer system, as the survivors from the Centrist Congress descend through the tubes)

...

( is the first to fall into the sewers)

!

( notices he is covered in a variety of disgusting substances)

?!

( falls into the sewers, making a splash)

Ack! Christ! This sucks!

( falls into the sewers, directly on top of )

!

Shit! I'm covered in literal shit!

( and both fall out of the same tube)

God... Why weren't there... enough toilets?!

I never want to go through that again.

(Finally, falls out of the tubes, mostly clean)

Gah! This place is so filthy.

No, shit! We're in the sewers!

How come you're so clean?

I fell through the women's toilet. There is a grand total of one woman in the entire Centrist Congress.

What?! Why didn't you tell us?! I had to go through that tiny tube, with some other idiot, completely covered in shit!

Can we please stop talking about this? We need to keep running! Those creatures might still be up there!

Well, which direction should we run in?

Going left would take us to Ancapistan. Going right would take us to the Nation.

God, I hate this.

To be pragmatic for a second, I think it's better we go to Ancapistan. Pretty sure we'd be executed in the Nation.

Fair enough.

(The group begins to walk through the sewers, trying to avoid the... solid objects floating in the grimy waters)

I have a feeling this will take forever...

Feels like we've been walking for days...

Well, it's quite a long distance. We might need to sleep along the way, it's getting late.

Sleep?! Where?!

We're going to need to find a suitable area. Let's just keep going, we might find something.

Ugh.

(After walking for some more time, the group begins to hear chatter in the distance)

Wait... do you guys hear that?

Sounds like people.

We're still quite a long way from Ancapistan.

!

( points towards the source of the noises...)

Oh, lord...

The fuck?!

Shrine to The Great Cleanser, Sewers

(The group encounters a strange ideology, "preaching" in a strange language to )

Uh... Libtech? What exactly are we looking at?

I... don't know.

( notices the group staring at them, and points it out to his colleagues. turns around to face them)

Ah, welcome, welcome! We are the Sewer People!

Uh... hey.

Are you travelers? We get a couple of these a year! You're one of the biggest groups we've seen!

So, what exactly is you guys'... deal?

Well, we praise the great lady!

And that is...?

Cloacina, the Goddess of the Sewers!

There's a Goddess of the Sewers?

No, there isn't.

Ah! Forgive him, for he refuses to be enlightened. He's a filthy transhumanist atheist who praises semen instead.

Like you should!

I am both fascinated and disgusted.

Well, we're looking for a place to stay.

You can stay with us!

Did they just speak in unison?

Indeed. They share the same thoughts.

( flies around and pokes )

...

What's up with that thing?

He's... special. We just found him flying around slamming into everything one day.

Sigh... This is going to be a long night...

We can pull through. We just need to bear the smell...

This truly sucks.

( try to sleep, as the Sewer People continue their nightly rituals)

...

(The night passes, and the group begins to wake up. yawns)

Ugh... I slept like a rock...

( opens his eyes to see staring directly at him)

Gah! What the hell are you doing?!

Inspecting you. I really like your style!

Uh... thanks?

(The rest slowly wake up, the stench hitting them like a truck)

Fuck... I forgot about the smell...

Hey, thanks for letting us stay the night.

Thank you! You've been very polite!

Sure.

Well, we're off.

I forgot to ask, where are you travelling to?

Ancapistan. We need to take refuge there.

Well, good luck on your journey! May Cloacina be with you!

Thank you.

Unknown Location, Sewers

(The centrists continue their journey. After walking for many hours, they come across a large ladder, leading up to a manhole cover)

Finally...

Climbing this ladder is going to be a pain.

It's just one final effort...

Fields, Unknown Location

(The group begins to climb the ladder, with very little energy. After a few minutes, they manage to reach the outside. They find themselves in a field, with multiple tents surrounding them...)

Where are we?

!

Uh... guys?

( points towards...)

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What the fuck?!

Oh no...

... I believe we are in Primitivist territory.

CHAPTER 2.5 END