Autumn has come to the eight Five Islands, and I decided to pay a visit to the center of activity, Clocktree Park, in Edloe. The park (and tree) are curated by local tyrant/evil land baron R. Crap Mariner, so I stole in when the robot's attention was elsewhere.
It's a pretty spot, to be sure.
That robot does have an obsession with time...well, timepieces, at any rate, as most don't actually tell the correct time.
Below is the reading room, where the storytelling magic occurs.
And the office, where, fueled only by a burning desire to write 100 word stories (okay, and by a fifth of Jack Daniel's), Clocktree Park's despot bangs away on his trusty typewriter.
Hmm, that sounded naughty, didn't it?