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Post by Admin on Nov 14, 2012 7:47:07 GMT -5
Children giggled, running across the brightly colored grass, a kite in tow. It flew high above them, high enough to where a few of the elderly would sit back in their chairs and watch. Couples lay on the grass, blankets laid out beneath them, watching as people looked through the small stands for apples, bananas and other fresh, edible food.
It seemed like a normal afternoon in a park, but only it wasn't a park. A whole town, stores, small pharmaceutical stands, the occasional authoritive-looking being, and so much more had taken root here. And here was inside a magnificently massive football stadium.
The residents of this small town had modified this stadium to their preferences, ripping up a few rows of chairs here and there for more stands to sell things. The press box high above the rows upon rows of seats became their town hall, and was the place where the people could speak their minds to the court of people who seemed to help run this stadium.
Everything seemed to be in perfect harmony, down to the people eating by the used-to-be-concession stands turned restaurant.
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