The Struggles of a Hard-Ass Father

As you approach the capital of hard-ass country. The seat of Kant-Dye Pete and his army of hard-asses. A structure that begins to fill your heart with a sense of panicked madness. Towering towards the sky are massive columns of burnt wood. And you see defying logic or reason, catching it at an early distance so that you can see it before you are indeed under it. It's like a rule of the game. You're not supposed to look.