Worlebury-juxta-Mare

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"Worlebury-juxta-Mare is precisely like every other weekend destination: shabbier than advertised and bristling with ways to spend more money than intended."

Worlebury-juxta-Mare is a gorgeous recreation of the British seaside.

DONKEY

Worlebury-juxta-Mare is Albion's premier tourist destination - a glittering little amusement park of a space-town, with rather strange and Rubbery secrets. ...And a cult, apparently, because everything's a cult these days. Sadly, the proprietors seem to have contracted a Fluke for its expertise in London's more Earthly history. Though it did its job with all the eagerness and competence of other attempts at mimicking human behavior and history, there are anomalies that it might be best not to think about.

Actually Ponder This...

Well, the whole thing's an illusion, which leads to things like donkeys that puke their innards and hatch from polyps. And you can ride their bellies. And they won't stop screaming. It's perhaps for the best that the acidic mist makes it impossible to stay in the resort for too long.