Sala City is a strange, semi-functioning urban sprawl where the rules of reality bend slightly to accommodate nonsense. It’s a place where mushrooms rave, dream logic occasionally overrides traffic laws, and municipal services exist in name only. Beneath its everyday exterior, Sala City pulses with barely-contained absurdity, often surfacing in the form of misplaced infrastructure, oddly specific laws, and mysteriously self-replicating signage.

Overview

General Atmosphere

  • Casually Surreal: Nothing in Sala City ever seems quite right, but no one really questions it.
  • Mundane but Offbeat: You can buy coffee, pay a parking ticket, and stumble into a pocket dimension all on the same block.
  • Mild Bureaucratic Dystopia: Paperwork rules all, but most forms are outdated or ask questions like “Do you exist on Wednesdays?”

Governance

  • Mayor: Bunnyrack O'Bunny
  • Cheerful, ineffective, and generally bypassed by his aides who make the actual decisions.
  • City council exists in theory but mostly sends apologies via fax.

Laws & Services

  • Law Enforcement: Officer Barky heads most visible policing, though enforcement is wildly inconsistent depending on who’s asking.
  • Public Transit: No one is sure if it exists. A trolley was seen once in 1998 and may still be circling the city underground.
  • Emergency Services: Functioning in a “best effort” capacity. Most fires are classified as “ambient.”

Trivia

  • Despite its absurdity, Sala City has its own local newspaper, The Sala Sentinel, which regularly prints retractions before articles.
  • Zoning laws allow “non-Euclidean development” in District 5.
  • Maps of Sala City rearrange themselves based on who’s holding them.
  • There’s a statue of someone named “Definitely Not Important” in the central square. Nobody knows who it is, including the artist.

“Welcome to Sala City. It’s fine. Probably.” — Official Tourism Brochure