A long time ago, somebody discovered The Blue. An endless highway under the sea, infinite cracked asphalt and dirt and gravel both intimately real and gravely ethereal. Not many people know how to get there nowadays; the people who did rarely came back, and never spoke on what they’d seen.
Nonetheless, a few people each year are sucked in by the inexorable undercurrent of The Blue. Some go willingly. What draws these wretched souls in, one can only guess. To some, The Blue represents a fresh start; a brave new world that doesn’t do background checks. To others, it’s the only home they’ve ever known. For some poor bastards, it’s their day job. Regardless of how you got here, you’re here now.
Try and escape if you think it’s worth it. If not, nobody would blame you. Share a drink, sing a song, and try to enjoy your time on the roadside.
*heavily inspired by cardboard computer's fantastic Kentucky Route Zero!
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