,:==%*## ###&*%==:,
,,:==%*# ##&*%==:,,
,,,:==%* #&*%==:,,,
,,:==%*# ##&*%==:,,
,:==%*## ###&*%==:,
,,:==%*# 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. ###&*%==:,
,,:==%*# ok. ##&*%==:,,
,,,:==%* #&*%==:,,,
,,:==%*# 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 ##&*%==:,,
,,,:==%* wands. #&*%==:,,,
,,:==%*# ##&*%==:,,
,:==%*## #========================# ###&*%==:,
,,:==%*# ##&*%==:,,
,,,:==%* # house dream = railgun = structure # #&*%==:,,,
,,:==%*# # institution = maze # ##&*%==:,,
,:==%*## ###&*%==:,
,,:==%*# ##&*%==:,,
,,,:==%* #&*%==:,,,
,,:==%*# ##&*%==:,,
,:==%*## ###&*%==:,