Anthropomorphic 

Roe Deer Character

Portrait

Nina Glücklich

Anthroxville, despite its self-delusions, is an insidious hellscape of its own derangements. The maze-like streets twist and turn in a maddening snarl, echoing the manic cries and guttural howls of its unhinged populace. Every corner harbors some new contorted architectural monstrosity, each building leaning at improbable angles, standing as silent, witnesses to the spectacle unfolding within.

The air here seems to pulsate with confusion and hysteria, as if the city itself breathes in unison with the afflicted souls staggering through its alleys. Shadows twist into abstract shapes, and every step feels like a plunge further into the point of no return of no return. Storefronts, once serving some sort of purpose, now gape like broken teeth, their emptiness mirrored by the flickering streetlights that cast a sickly pallor over the entire scene. And then there's what is known as the Wild Wilds, a place that makes the rest of this nightmare feel like a balmy poolside martini. Here, reality bends and warps into a carnival of the absurd, where the laws of nature and sanity are nothing but distant memories. The Wild Wilds amplify the horrors of Anthroxville to levels that defy imagination, redefining pandemonium in a way that sends even the hardiest of minds, such as Bernard Banjax, Florence de Looselips, or Yankel Plunker, into a spiral of terror and disbelief. It's as if the universe itself decided to mock the very concept of normalcy, creating a place where fear reigns supreme and escape is a cruel illusion.

This bordering enclave, if one could label it so, emerged as a jagged escarpment thrusting itself onto the horizon, an uninvited guest to Anthroxville's already manic ball. Its mere presence dances on the edges of citizens' cognition, a persistent itch they'd universally deny. For to acknowledge the Wild-Wilds was to look over the precipice into the abyss and risk being swallowed whole. From afar, one might be lulled into viewing it as some idyllic forest, a haven of bucolic serenity; but up close, the illusion shatters. The green is not verdant but venomous; every sinuous vine and snarling branch seems sentient, locked in a Darwinian brawl for dominance. Nature's order, if it ever existed, had taken a holiday.

In the shadow of Anthroxville's outskirts, calamity has always had a way of making the most dramatic of entrances. In the case of The Wild Wilds, the reckless driving of Kingsley Throttle is reputed to have caused an collision between two unassuming trucks: one transporting a depository of various exotic seeds, whilst the other, a consignment of sinfully spicy chili sauce destined for Edison Upskirt’s combustible eatery, Upskirt Nosher.

The subsequent explosion was both legendary and ludicrous; a pyrotechnic display of scarlet-hued smoke that engulfed the entire sky. Rumors abound, Cornelius Fudge hasn't removed his sunglasses since the event, fearful perhaps of another retina-searing spectacle. Meanwhile, another spectator, Gloria Widdershins testified that she saw none other than the devil himself within that towering infernal plume. From the smoldering remnants of that epoch-defining blast, there emerged the Wild Wilds. Far from any conventional notion of a forest, this was a botanical circus on steroids, unfurling with relentless energy as if fueled by some demented purpose, edging ever closer to dwarfing Anthroxville's own boundaries. Plants grew in wild, improbable directions, with vines that seemed to wave and beckon like carnival barkers. The trees twisted and turned in ways that defied logic, each one more ridiculous than the last. Flowers popped open with audible pings, releasing scents that made people rant to themselves uncontrollably or, in some cases, hiccup for hours on end.

Quincy Sow-Sow, an unlikely botanist for the ages, found himself handpicked by none other than President Clint Bigot. His mission? To reign in the wild sprawl threatening to consume Anthroxville, which, given its relentless advance, seemed to be an impending fate. Yet, where most witnessed inevitable doom and disorder, some discerned silver linings. One such individual was the anthropomorphic roe deer, Nina Glücklich. 

For all its faults, the Wild Wilds offers a cornucopia of rewards for those daring enough to seek them out. Since their first discovery, Anthroxville has been in the grip of avocado mania. But these lucrative avocados, or rather, ‘cados, have a habit of exploding like psychotic hand grenades. Harvesting them is a perilous endeavor, not to mention the other trials and tribulations one must overcome on expeditions deep into the innermost bowels of the Wild Wilds. However, this has done little to deter Nina, the ‘Cado-Queen-in-Waiting Glücklich, who, despite the well-meaning advice from Tiffany Taradiddle, assembled a cadre of daring prospectors to join the anthro deer in venturing deep into...