The new and improved @@CAPITOL@@ stock exchange, with one hundred stories and a sleek, modern shape, designed by architect Baja Bladid Bavinci, has captured the attention of @@DENONYMPLURAL@@. However, things have been slowly going wrong right below it, with foliage setting on fire, tires melting and even pedestrians receiving mysterious third degree burns after walking under the building. A news reporter investigating the rumours was skeptical until he managed to sear a steak on the sidewalk parallel to the flowing river of molten asphalt underneath the building. Engineers have deduced the reason behind it, being the building's concave design, which would focus light from the sun, superheating the road to temperatures capable of melting rubber. The road has been closed and the windows have been painted over, but the consequences of the stock exchange's poor execution still persist.
You look at the news, where you are immediately greeted by an advertisement broadcasting a pair of delicious, succulent drumsticks. You go to the address on the advertisement, enter, and use the soft serve machine right at the entrance, as you get weird looks from people standing in the lobby. You realize that you are in a hospital, and after looking back at the article, you realize it was a picture of a third degree burn victim, and the soft serve was actually a soap dispenser you've been emptying into a pill bottle you stole from a lady in a foyer. You wonder how you can preserve your image after your delirious hunger fit, deciding on both regular and cosmetic medical care and government support for the victim and all those affected by the incident.
Government plastic surgeons are tempted to use their teeth instead of scalpels
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The severity of third degree burns is measured by how good they taste
One of your public servants who has been typing frantically on the medical database suggests an alternative solution. "I mean, the design of the building is cool, but we could just require some of the windows to be... you know, covered up or something, or maybe we could even build an even bigger building behind it with no windows at all so that it blocks sunlight from reaching the stock exchange. The sun is still incredibly hot in the summer, so I think we need to invest in machines to help displace heat. Maybe while we're at it we can improve the urban roadways since traffic there is conveniently stopped anyway
pedestrians ice-skating on the brand-new cryogenic sidewalks laugh at sliding cars crashing into buildings
You end the day at a laboratory in your nation, where you spill your thoughts to your lead research administrator. Instead of feeling sorry for you, his eyes roll back into the front of his head: "This 'reflection' idea might not be that bad, if we use it for ourselves. If you could pay me a 'slight' sum of money, I could finally use my idea of a skin-based shoeshine to polish the foreheads of all balding citizens, to reflect sunlight into lasers! NO ONE WILL EVER VIOLATE OUR AIRSPACE AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Except during nighttime... but I solved that too by inserting a gene to make humans glow in the dark! Your nephew decided to volunte-"
The hairline of @@DENONYMPLURAL@@ can be seen from space
Eligibility: Must have meat eating
Hahaha... the feet... the feet... You begin craving for meat again as you end your day off back home. After washing up, you enter your quarters, alone from everyone except your tummy. "Grumble Grumble. Chicken... Create chicken restaurant. Use laser building and build giant rotisserie. Build restaurant under. Solve world hunger? NAAAHHHHH! 3.99 @@CURRENCY@@ at least!!!" Your brother suddenly walks in on you squishing your stomach to move like a mouth while talking in a funny voice, and leaves, nodding to himself in acceptance. "Brilliant! Grumble Grumble..." your energetic minister of digestion says.
The solar powered chicken restaurant serves raw chicken during rainstorms.
