You enter the parking lot of a mall with 4 cars parked in the 100 car parking lot... you see by the for lease signs on the outer business windows that this place might be trouble... but you are a brave and intrepid traveler.
[1] Enter mall for possible tendies and ninja gear.
[2] Keep walking, you dont want no part of this shit.
[3] Attempt to break into mid 90s vehicle.
*1
You near the main doors of the mall, the glass is dark, and you can not see in, but you enter anyway. Tendies and ninja gear are a strong lure. When you enter the space darkness meets you, and the smell of old books and... was that chinese food? not anymore. The brown tile that cover everything in different hues that sometimes border on a faded mustard yellow beacons you forth.
Silence haunts this place, and a sadness like the ruins of a lost civilization, a flyer from 1992 wafts up on a spectral breeze and passes before you in the distance, the flyer seems to say, beware this place mortal man, but you've never been a sucker for advertising and you continue forth.
You walk passed three closed stores and a pharmacy with no name, the cashier appears to be as old as dried up papyrus, and you enter to the central causeway.
Directly ahead is an Indian food restaurant with no patrons, the hostess, their gaunt eyes haunted by memories of things you'd rather not know, seems to pace back and forth while standing in the same spot, and makes no effort to meet your eyes or get your attention.
To the right is an empty fountain, objects appear to sparkle within.
To your left is a long dim hallway, various store fronts, 3 out of 10 appear to be operational... was that a wolf howling?
[1] Enter pharmacy to trade riddles with the wizened apothecary
[2] Walk towards apparent Indian food host
[3] Check fountain for riches
[4] Head deeper into mall to hunt for better food and ninja gear
*3
You head to the dried up fountain and gaze down upon the sparkling objects below...
Mountain dew bottle caps... hundreds of them, like from a glass coke bottle... you didn't know they even existed... what is this place?
You hear a bottle cap being twisted off, and you look up, suddenly, as if out of the mists of Avalon stands an overweight shirtless fellow with the beard of a middle aged man... but it only touches his neck, the chin is bare... what fascinating custom is this? The brim of his leather cap casts shadows over his eyes, the artificial turquoise of its faux leather band speaks to you of late night shopping channels and parlor magic, and you take a step back.
He seems to want to say something to you, something important that might give you pause and teach you some lesson about this place, but instead he looks nervously from left to right and tips his hat. He then turns an and walks away through a utility door you did not notice and back into the great mystery of life.