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“8-Bit City, it’s a town full of dreamers, gamers, musicians, crooks, dream stealers, bastards, and maybe even a few heroes. I just want to know if you’ve got what it takes to fight for it. Don’t dissapoint.”

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8:43 P.M

With a slight frown on his face, Preston marched down the side of the road, weaving through the seemingly endless crowd of people, he heard whispers and even some giddy voices talking about some 'Chase' character, and some odd act he was performing. With his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his left hand gripped the $20 dollar bill his mother had given him to go and get something for dinner. Sure it was late, but there was nothing at the house to eat, so it didn't matter to him. Preston tilted his head upward, looking around for some sign of food joint. He was in the mood for something oriental, so he figured a chinese restaurant would do nicely. Being dark, there were endless lights coming from multiple stores, but he couldn't tell which ones sold food, and which ones were just there for the entertainment of others. He decided to get a little excersise while he was out, so he drew his hands from his pockets and began going at a slow paced jog. A bright neon sign caught his attention about a half-mile down the bussling street. It claimed the shop was open, so he figured he would take the chance.

Upon entering the wooden establishment, he realized he was in a place known as 'Ramen Don' and he was quite content with himself that he had managed to find a restaurant like this from sheer luck. He approached the counter, where he saw a man who looked to be a few years older then he was, judging by his hulking build and facial hair, neither of which he posessed, and an older looking foreign fellow conversing about something on television. Preston hiosted himself upon a stool at the counter, looking up and examining some of the names upon the wooden wall, wondering what on earth they could be there for. His first guess was some sort of eating contest, like spiccy noodles or largest bowl of noodles consumed within a certain time limit, and the thought made him even hungrier.

It was nearly 9 PM when the older boy hopped from his stool and proceeded to go outdoors, and Preston took that as an oppurtunity to place an order. Raising his ahnd politely, and mustering his voice, he called out to the elderly man. "Excuse me, but what exactly is 'Rainbow Ramen'?"