“The
Weave has always been awash with nonsense,” Raven tells his
companion, the guide. “What difference does a bit more of it
make?”
“Not
like this,” the guide replies. “Granted, there were some...
shall we say odd, aspects to the Weave, but now there are new realms
appearing in the midst of the old. Now we have lolcats on every
corner, amusing gifs coming out of our ears, memes within memes, and
the trolls... the trolls are beside themselves with an identity
crisis.”
“Never
mind the trolls,” Raven snaps, suddenly noticing the market has
changed drastically. The stalls are run down, many falling apart or
held together with bad repairs. Their wares have changed as well; no
longer full of bright, shiny and fresh produce, now the food looks
unhealthy and well past its best while everything else looks
tarnished and broken. “Where are we now?” he asks.
“This,”
replies the guide, “Is the Avenue of Ill-Conceived Melodrama.”
