Wildlife roam through the lush rainforest Fat. Orchids bloom. Vines wander over the thin trails.
“You will definitely need a Guide,” says Miss Emeline Traveler. “It’s impossible to walk through.”
Small deer, cayman, and rats wander the trails. Monkeys drop fruits. Loons fly above. Insects whirr.
The large river Fat winds slowly back and forth. It must be crossed, more than once, to get in and out of Fat.
Fat cities have rich trade goods, but a trek must be made to find them and a trek or more to free them from the Fat borders.
“Keep your machete sharp!” says the Guide.
In the middle of two wide bends in the Fat River lies the capitol Bloated on alluvial plains.
It’s flooded and soaked and filled with sodden cloths and grains.
A virulent mold clings to the walls of Bloated.
The Bloated drink it in teas and offer it to visitors as a cure all.
“It made me feel soggy and listless,” says Miss Doe Friend. “I cannot recommend it.”
Visitors come to Bloated on slow river ferries having visited the Fat rainforests and feasted. They ride right below the waterfalls and dock at Bloated.
Visitors plod off the ferry and into the domed welcome center. They follow the tubes to the town center and walk along the waterfront under dripping roofs. Everyone in Bloated wears large billowing raincoats which do nothing to keep anyone dry and eventually they get soaked.
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