"Flyers! Get your hot, fresh flyers here!" A young man was waving around a sheaf of colorful papers in the middle of the day. He had placed himself right in the center of the market district, but even then, not many people spared him a glance as they passed by. To be fair, not many people passed by at all. It was a small town. Things were like that.
It was pretty hard not to get disheartened by it though. After about two hours of trying to solicit passers-by to no avail, he finally decided it was time for a break.
"Man... Cut me some slack," he muttered, pouting as he gazed out at the impassive populace. Just then, however, he saw something that made him sit up straighter. What
was that in the distance...? Some kind of black mass?