Art School House Dream.          
 Slightly Uptown On A  Grassy Hill Lies A 
    Large Repurposed Institution. It'S    
 Several Floors,  A  Few  Hundred  Meters 
       Wide. Made Of Yellow Bricks.       
  Combined Nightclub, Cafe, Gallery, Art  
 School.  It'S Always  Open, People  Come 
 And Go. The  Basement Is Deeper Than You 
               Would Guess.               
 It'S  Messy.  I'Ve Spread My Things Over 
             Several Floors,              
 And Due  To  A Few Many  Beers  And Some 
 Secret  Rivalries,  I  Decide  I  Should 
 Leave.   But   Where  Are  My   Shoes... 
        (Looking For Shoes)       
 After  A  While They Appear  On My Feet. 
 I'M Crying  Of  Joy, I Hug A Friend  And 
 It'S  Good,  We'Re  Close  Now,  He  Can 
 Smell  Me  (All   According  To   Plan). 
 I  Find Out Who Ruined  My Paintings And 
 I Pull  Her Hair. She  Cries  From  Pain 
       But Does Not Beg Forgiveness.      
        (In The Background)       
 Sunset,  Orange  And  Pink,  City  Is  A 
     Black Cutout. There'S Fires And      
        Explosions On The Ground.         
 "The  New Way  Of  Shipping  Iron - With 
 The Railgun. The Iron  Slag  Is  Shot At 
 Three  Hundred And  Thirty Three  Meters 
 Per Second,  And At The Receiving End An 
 Eight  Square  Meter   Wooden  Cube   Is 
        Launched To Intercept It."        
 It  Looks  Like  Interstellar  War.  The 
 Wooden  Block Shatter  Into  Hundreds Of 
   House dream    Railgun  Structure  
           Institution  Maze