Flying Merry-Go-Rounds

I wrote some shit-tier sad involving Gene and the crapsack that is Santa Destroy.
So here.
Gene is apparently canon in NMH now.


Everything had gone to shit.

Not that Santa Destroy was the most livable city in the first place.

But now… Now things were bad.


Destroy Resort was once nothing more than an ugly and deserted building. It looked like a prison, both outside and in. Until it went under a huge renovation and given a complete makeover, that was. Now it was twice the size it had previously been and it towered over every other building in in the city. No matter where you were, you could see it. Tall, golden and sorely out of place. Even at night every square inch of the building was lit up with painfully bright lights; no one could ever forget it was there.

The fat cats of Santa Destroy got fatter from the business the resort attracted. The little guys though, well, they were left in the dust. The rich got richer and the poor got poorer. It was painfully obvious just by looking down any street. Small businesses were either on their last legs and holding fire sales or they were already closed with their windows boarded and closure notices pinned up.

Why would anyone bother with the small businesses when Destroy Resort provided everything anyone could ever need? Even Tyrannomarket Rex was going down the tube. Shelves were bare and they didn’t even bother with selling fresh produce any more.

The only good that the Destroy Resort renovations brought to the place were jobs. Even then they were mostly temporary, once the work had been finished, a lot of people found themselves out on the streets. People lined up at the job agency every morning, hoping and praying there’d be more work. But with everything gone bust, very few people had success in getting a job.

Thinking about the entire situation physically pained him. While he was one of the ‘lucky’ ones that scored minimum wage work in the resort, it didn’t change the fact that everything was fucked. In fact, Gene felt downright horrible for holding the job he did. Countless people in the city would kill a man just for a crappy 2500LB paycheck every week.

It didn’t help that his roommate was a useless bastard, either. Travis was selfish, immature and did absolutely nothing to contribute to the rent, bills and food. All he did was sit on his ass all day watching that stupid screechy bullshit and getting himself off over it. The little money that Gene did bring in was usually wasted on it, rather than going on something useful like rent or food.

The more thoughts than ran through Gene’s head, the harder his chest pulled.

Fuck.

Gene had to choke back a scream of frustration. Instead his feet hit the pavement even harder, his jog quickly turning into a sprint. Without looking back once, he turned onto the highway and took off as fast his legs would take him.

He wanted to get away from it all.

No.

He needed to get away from it all.

Gene knew he’d turn back eventually, he always did.

Santa Destroy was a place that sucked the soul out of anyone living it, but it was home.

It wasn’t all bad… At least the exhaustion would allow him to sleep for a change.