The noops
Gum City is a world made of rubber.
Just some years ago there was a plastic allergy
raging in the far away. St.Cream and the
chino-wearing, law-abiding citizens chose to end the
glorious time of funky colorful rubber. In the old
times there was just a huge dried up lake, a hole in
a universe made of sand, the desert but it fitted the
bill for throwing the now poisinous elastomers out of
sight and out of their minds. They not even
bothered to let the air out of all their buildings
they moved off to the desert. The longest cue of
trucks that was ever seen was loaded with the
jelloesque architecture full of artificial aromas and
entertainment moods just to be thrown into the giant
gaping in the desert. The people were about to return
to St. Cream were a new dawning was already upon the
citizens, the Marshmellow age.
The driving force that keeps the Noop going, that
doesn't let him rest, is the Noop Formula. There is a
mixture of war paint and camouflage on his face and a
trophy on his head. He is the spitting image of a
power- and forceful vision of speed dropped out of
his own elastic dreams. From time to time the Noop
stands tall like a warrior in front of a system of
two millions of mutated blackberry atoms mirroring
his image back two million times.