Clinton is a small town, with 3200 small, strange
people dwelling in it. It's only reason for existence is
the intersection of two highways within it. Two long
forgotten highways, barely used by important beings, but
used only by the inhabitants of the town and those just "passing through" searching for Burger King or something not to be found.
All in all the little town is something like leather seats in a sports car. At first, the novelty is exciting and luxurious, but after some exposure you come to realize that it's not all that comfortable and your legs stick to it on hot days; this brings pain and anguish.
There's really nothing to do in the town, causing the development of many interesting characters that have no sense to get away. Instead they amuse themselves in various ways, which I prefer not to discuss.
Many have fled from the town, only to be drawn back by
some outside force. Some do however escape to the other
boring places the county, but those individuals NEVER
leave entirely.
Besides all the devistation and the boredom, the people
of Clinton stay joyful and happy. Sometimes they are forced to do crazy things just to get by but soon finding they end up back where they started, cursing the town and all it stands for. Creating their own little chaos, Clintonians
barely survive. And some really survive BARELY as there have been reports of streakers and flashers.
The Clinton Chronicles are a series of stories, stolen
from the lives of the precious escapees of Clinton. Although escapees are few, we hold them in high regard as achieving "The Impossible". These Chronicles can only attempt to recreate the events and give proper credit to the heroes. It is my goal that such experiences will help some with similar trials, and that the brave souls always will remain in our
hearts.
Clinton, Home of Radar. That's something to be proud of.
Introduction written by a faithful Clintonian.
