If you go north of Manchester of England, and pass the narrow trees sloping fantastically, and go out of the hillsides, you will see old and snowy Leincomtober. It always snows there, in the crying regions of Leincomtober; and there was always a strange blend of grass there. Of course, when man was young and they move to this town, they will soon realize that there are less children than you would imagine--here there would also be more elderly people; for the men and women who send their kids out for college, the children seldom return.

The priest of the local church was also the local school principal. Across the halls of this school, many classrooms are built; mostly inhabited by female teachers; since at the time women were stereotypically assumed to always be nice. In the sum of students who walk through the halls, the custodian cleans the marble floors. As it commonly is, the church is like a small castle-like house--but that was not how the Leincomtober church was; a large, rambling house of shakespearean-spoken people, carefully constructed with eldritch wood, long ago cut from a tree.

And in the middle of this snowy town, there is a statue of the first mayor, of whom took the name of William Leincomtober. The statue was at least eleven feet tall, and its stand had an engraved quote, which said,

"Ain't lest ye try that ye succeed... take charge if none do...".

The mayor's old house is quite large, exactly four floors, and a small attic.

They indeed had many bylaws; one of them being which you cannot believe in any other religion except the Catholic and Christian religion; for these were strict men and women; their local government having support fascism in accord of religion.


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