One would think that at least his inner circle would approve of him, but they number far fewer than one percent of the city’s population, after all, so this poll is obviously rounding down. He has finally achieved a rating of ZERO percent, somehow.

The mayor’s approval rating, however, is not a lie. Nobody is allowed to visit the TOWER except for the mayor and his friends/cronies/lackeys. The city government began publishing visitor statistics to the TOWER in 2090 when it was built, but they’re all lies. Eventually, the mayor decided to officially change the original name of the Dome, which he hated, to THE TOWER OF POWER. From his perch, the mayor could look over the city that he ruled. Leaving behind his old mansion, he had the Braun Llama Dome built in the middle of a man-made lake with independent wind and solar power sources and made it into his new residence. The mayor, by contrast, has significantly upgraded his own situation. Despite all this, the city is now home to almost 100,000 souls and is bringing in a steady stream of tax revenue every year. The nuclear plant is still running in the center of town, despite several near-meltdowns that would have devastated the entire city and the county and the several counties surrounding it. Pollution is still a problem, and educational and health care services are still severely lacking.

It is overcrowded and nearly impossible to traverse without sitting in traffic for a few hours. A few minutes later, he fell asleep again.Įxactly 200 years after the founding of Hell, the city has officially achieved “sprawling mess” status. But it was still dark outside, and the mayor was still tired, and it was only a dream, after all. Did that woman resemble one of his several ex-wives? They had certainly taken quite a bit from him during divorce proceedings. But before he could make a sound, she was gone, and the mayor had awoken. The mayor tried to speak, to ask her what she meant. And then I will take everything from you.” “I will give you everything you’ve dreamed of and more. The mayor, seated and frozen in place, could only watch as the woman slowly approached him and leaned over to speak into his ear. Dreaming of a woman, a beautiful red-haired woman wearing only a red cloak, the red all the more vibrant against the black void that surrounded them both. In his new residence, the mayor of Hell lay in his double-king-sized bed dreaming.

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