Welcome to the cozy (heavily religious) town of Potbelly!
Here in Potbelly we like to keep our food close, and our Lord and Saviour closer.
Here is an overview of our little town
This is one of our three entrances. Our big fat walls are meant to keep out meanies, monsters, and those who do not share our beliefs.
If somehow beforementioned meanies do get inside, we can flee to our fort. Decorated with memories of wars our courageous army has won. (also some flowers)
These are the church and graveyard. In the graveyard lie fallen heroes and brave workers alike. All alone lies Zedd, the village idiot, who got himself stuck on a roof until he died of starvation. We do not tolerate hunger in Potbelly, hence the isolation. In the church praises to our Lord and Savior can be heard each morning before work.
Here you can see the church at night. Stories of faraway lands are being told around the fire. Zedd would sometimes stick his hand in the fire for entertainment, but that tradition went when Zedd did.
Every day at noon, everyone will come to the dinnertable and the whole town will eat together. The cook is often praised for her delicious roast Poyo.
A little dock was built after a passerby mentioned socalled ‘frish’ or something like that would possibly spawn in the deep waters at some point. We don’t know what these frish are, but they already sound delicious.
In the centre of our town we often gather to praise the old oak tree, whose brothers we had to slay to build this magnificent village. At the true centre we can find the Lord’s fountain, where his golden feathers bask in the light as he spews brilliant fresh water from his beak.
We have several shops around town, with our smithy being the most important, for he forges pure gold ingots that we mine from the rich mountain nearby.
How do you keep a whole town this well fed you ask? That answer lies with our farmers, who live a peaceful life just outside the town walls.
And with this last aerial view I’d like to end your tour of our little town. I hope you come visit us again soon, and that you too convert to our Church of the Poyo.
ALL HAIL HIS HOLYNESS, COCKADOODLEDOO