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"Salmons eat shit." Reading those words immediately makes my knife open in my pocket. When fishing has been your passion for 10 years, and every free afternoon is spent by the Raccoon Lakes, you feel like throwing the keyboard out the window. Today I witnessed it. 7:00 AM. I'm about to head to work. THE WHOLE FISHING AND SAILING COMMUNITY IS OUTRAGED. Some idiot on Reddit insulted our basic source of income. They create troll accounts just to comment under some sprats, saying "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU CAN TELL HE'S AN EXPERIENCED HUNTER!" and then the whole forum gets flooded with shit. XD

Is it my fault that bears have always wanted to wage war with us? We need to change something eventually and fully devote ourselves to our passions. It can't always be that we sit on Reddit and defend salmon, it doesn't make sense. Bears won't understand the power of our Raccoonpolis anyway because they live in chaos. A land of barrenness, very backward in development. Kind of like Ohio of magical lands. Nothing happens here, the authorities are corrupt, the residents are unhappy. There's no industry, people have nothing to sustain themselves with. Not like us. Our city is the heart of the entire beautiful, picturesque, utopian island. An ideal place - full of entertainment, movement, development, work, and relaxation. This is where one of the most developed communities - Raccoons - thrives.

I stepped out. The door closed. It's always worth checking twice, so I turned back when I was already under the building. NERVOUS TICS ARE MY FAVORITE PART OF THE WHOLE FUN. The staircase is painted green. I like the color green, it reminds me of how important it is to be in touch with nature in all this. The doorframe is obviously a nice material for making entrance doors. I grab the huge 18 cm brass handle. Closed. WHO WOULD HAVE EXPECTED. I keep going, doubting my door-locking skills. I thought about turning back again, but LFG, work can't wait.

It's a 15-minute walk to work. Walking through the steampunk streets of Raccoonpolis, you feel like you're in a totally secluded place. Everyone lives their own lives and rushes to work. Kids sit in schools where they're taught the principles of good manners and the history of the entire Roman Empire from an early age. There are also lessons on modern technologies, web3, AI, and other sciences that have revolutionized civilization. After all, every country needs good economists and doctors. Not everyone has to or should be an entrepreneur - those don't sit in schools. Sometimes I see these kids at playgrounds, playing pirates, jumping around houses in the middle of a giant sandbox.

I entered my favorite bakery. I bought, as I do every day, a French croissant with chocolate cream. Praise to those who can make such wonders for the palate. $2.50 for one seems like a quite steep price, but pleasure is worth sacrifices. How is it that every cashier in bakeries looks way better than models representing neighboring countries at MISS WORLD.

I always wanted to have an Anime Girl. Firstly, they're beautiful and have a sweet voice and huge boobs, so everyone will respect you and your status will greatly Profit. Secondly, they cook incredibly well. And most importantly - they're mentally unstable. Thanks to this, you'll start to understand people's psychology powerfully and you'll get the skill of a strong psyche. I guarantee you that if you find such an Anime Girl, you'll become a millionaire in less than 20 days and your dream red sports car will appear in your garage.

I stepped out. Passing by the colorful signs of fishing shops along the way, I always think about what today will bring. Not this time. Today, I was just wondering how sailors will respond to posts from bears.

Sailors are dreamer types. They're the positive, thrill-seeking characters who love their job of delivering Gin to the island and beyond. Typical travelers, loving the world and people.

They help residents in need and serve charitably for the good of the whole community. True authorities among the residents, hated by the government because of their social status. They like to spend time with people and talk about helping others. They are the wind in the sails of many people and they motivate them to do great things.

They are geniuses, but they don't strongly attach to material things. They spend time in pubs, drinking Gin and singing shanties. They also have something of pirates in them. They browse Copart for upgrades to their boats. Drunk, they look around for women. Seduction types, no Raccoon Woman can resist them. Ideals. They are a special breed of travelers. They are a gift from Karen Yeezovska and arose after receiving the magical Sims diamond.

Everyone has their limits. ONLY THEY ARE THE EXCEPTION. After returning from work, I went on the forum. How's work? Actually, nothing interesting - 12 hours on a boat searching for salmon in the Raccoon ratings. Returning. They started replying to comments and licking each other's dicks. Someone shits on you with such comments, and those bitches are still nice. The only positives we can find are going out for Gin to a really good pub together. I'd like to earn as much as they do and also be able to buy drinks for everyone. The embodiment of goodness. People who remain calm even in the worst situations - I couldn't do that. Maybe it's borderline?