It looks like our citizens of Sunset are slowly settling into their new and illustrious lives… Some have quickly adapted to their new surroundings with ease, while others, not satisfied with whatever they possess chose to quietly adapt and remodel the town to their own needs…

To such an extent that one entrepreneur, our own Queenie Landgraab, choses to change and modify THIS derelict ruin of a memorial site:-






Into THIS:-



All round Sunset Valley, and in truth, all over the nation, people were praising her name and exalting her on high. Appreciation came from all sides, and Queenie became the star of Sunset Valley…Little did she know that though she was THE woman of the day, her achievements and her talents remained of little worth to some closest to her…


‘What do you mean, “You aren’t coming?!”’, shouted Queenie at her adolescent daughter. ‘Don’t you understand how much this means to me? Don’t you care?!’ Nancy stood her ground and glared at her mother coolly. ‘Mom, I ain’t coming, and that’s final.’ Queenie stared at her daughter in disbelief and frustration.

‘Queenie…’ rumbled Chester’s slow, steadying voice. She calmed down immediately when she heard the voice of the man she loved. ‘But it’s not right, Chester, I’m her mother…’ Queenie’s voice broke at that. ‘She’s old enough, honey, she has a right to decide on her own.’ At this, Chester turned to Nancy as she met his level stare.

‘Now, young lady,’ he stated firmly. ‘If you don’t feel the need to come with us today, then you’re free to make your own choices.’‘But know this: This is one of the greatest moments of your mom’s life. Some of the others include getting married to me and having you.’

‘You are part of her; as she is you. It’s your duty to support her and be there for her today, and all the days of her life. That’s all that I’ve got to say.’ He glanced at her deep set eyes, and he knew that his speech hadn’t moved the young girl in the slightest.


Nancy turned away and ran as Chester slowly took Queenie’s hand in his own and walked her out of the door. Nancy clearly heard a choked sob behind her as the door closed.




‘I look quite the beauty,’ thought Prudence Crumplebottom as she admired herself in the mirror. ‘Perfect for the function. Let’s find out what secrets Sunset Valley has to hold…’ Since the sudden death of her husband, Prudence, left a wealthy widow, dedicated her life to gossip, intrigue and, in the process, further destroying and worsening other people’s relationships.

She had no wish to change her ways in this new town, or start a new life either. ‘Let’s go roll some heads!,’ she said to herself before walking out of the house, off to Central Park.


Central Park glowed as the sun slowly set, it’s fading light glinting off the small pond, reflecting off the newly built shining statues and lacquered woods of the avenues. Slowly, the few people who had been invited to this congregation of the elites of Sunset Valley started trickling in. As. the Sun finally fled beneath it’s horizon, Queenie Landgraab and her husband arrived; and Queenie took center stage, and began to address everyone who had gathered together.


‘A very good evening to one and all present here today, I’m Queenie Landgraab, and I welcome you all to the new and improved…Central Park!’ A huge smattering of applause followed her statement, coupled with a few whoops and whistles. In a short span of time, Queenie had gained great popularity in Sunset Valley. Victor smiled on her unselfishly from the front row and was glad for her.


‘As you all know, this meeting was called together by the person who is truly responsible for the success, financing and great and remarkable beauty of what you see in front of you, and that man is none other than our own mayor, Victor Goth!’ Another round of applause rang clear through the park.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, it has taken many months to renovate this park into what you see here before you today, and it is the first step towards the modernization of our own Sunset Valley. I assure you all, there will be much, MUCH more to come.’ Queenie smiled all round, and she bound many beaming their smiles back at her.


‘Friends, this park is for YOU. Therefore, it’s beauty, it’s maintenance, it’s everything depends on you. I ask you all to please do not litter. If anyone does find some one not obliging these rules, please do bring it to the notice of a member of our government, and I can promise you that the defaulter will be handled appropriately.’


‘Now, enough with all this hullaballoo on rules and the like. Let’s cut the red ribbon and be done with it, shall we?’ There were titters all round and with that, the crowd rose, giving her one last round of acclamation before she turned around and cut the ribbon cleanly in half. ‘Central Park is now open to one and all!,’ shouted Queenie before she descended the dais and began conversing with Victor Goth.

‘That was beautiful, Queenie, thank you, this is all thanks to you…’ Queenie laughed and waved her hand dismissively. ‘Oh shush now, Mr. Goth. Let’s just enjoy the party. No more formalities, please.’ Queenie’s good humour suddenly evaporated upon seeing the Kennedies walk towards them.

‘You take down Goth, I’ll handle the bitch. She can’t set us aside directly in front of Goth,’ muttered Earnest to his wife. ‘Gotcha,’ she said before they reached earshot of the pair.


‘Evening, ma’am, lovely speech…’ said Earnest quickly, and before she could respond, he continued, ‘I was wondering whether you took note of our proposals regarding the military schemes…’ But Queenie was too much of a match for him; she quickly side-stepped him, while at the same time, paying careful attention to what Eithelia was muttering in Victor’s ear.

‘Oh, come now, Mr. Kennedy. Business at a social gathering? Isn’t that too much, even for you two?’ Eithelia immediately felt silent as her husband flushed with temper.


‘Well, we wouldn’t have had to resort to these measures if it wasn’t for the fact that you completely ignored everything we both had to say!,’ said Earnest, his voice and temper rising. ‘Earnest, please, control yourself!,’ squawked the astounded Mr. Goth. ‘We’re at an inauguration here!’

‘Well, Mr. Goth, she has completely given you the wrong picture!,’ said Eithelia. She hasn’t even heard what we’ve had to say; she’s making us all play along to her tune.’ Mr. Goth just stared at the couple; dumbfounded.


‘Admit it, then!,’ said Earnest, quite besides himself with rage. Before Victor Goth; admit how you only care to suit your own interests! You’re selfish, lying, deceitful…’


‘ENOUGH!,’ screamed Queenie, as the buzz of conversation all around them ceased. ‘Eustace Kennedy, you will leave the premises now, or I will call the guards and ask them to help you find your way out. Be glad that it’s only this much this time; cross me the next and you’ll find yourself in much more trouble than this!’ With that, Queenie stalked off as Eithelia calmly led her husband away, back home.


‘What on earth was all that about?,’ whispered Prudence to her new acquaintance, Enrika Darling. ‘I have no clue; but I’m sure she didn’t invite them over for dinner!’ The pair giggled.


‘Gretle Goth looked ABSOLUTELY DIVINE tonight; I HAVE to find out where she got that gown from!,’ squealed Prudence.


‘But did you notice Ms. Wendyll tonight?,’ asked Enrika in a whisper. ‘She looked quite delightful, really. And what a modest, sweet tempered girl. Everyone absolutely LOVED her!’

‘That’s all well and good, darling, but what on earth happened to old Sylvester Thompson and those Clavells?’


‘Oh you know, Sylvester’s an old bore, I’m quite glad he didn’t turn up. Grouchy old pain, that one. As for the Clavells, you know they really don’t have any class in the least bit ,and I’VE heard that they can barely make ends meet!’ ‘Oh, do tell!,’ breathed Prudence, delighted at this new spill of gossip.

‘Prudence, darling, it’s been such a slice to meet you, but I have to leave now. I’m not quite feeling myself today. Do take care, I’ll call you tomorrow!’ ‘Goodbye, dear!,’ said Prudence as Enrika walked off. ‘Not overly bad for a day’s work,’ thought Prudence to herself. ‘I’ve acquainted myself well enough with most of the rich crowd around these parts…But I’ll need to get to old Gretle Goth to really move things up for this family. I’ll need a plan…’


‘I’ll kill her!,’ screamed Eustace. ‘I’ll; ground that thing to dust! She doesn’t know who she’s playing with! I’ll ruin her!’ ‘Eustace! Calm down, for God’s sake, you’ll wake the baby!,’ pleaded Eithelia.


‘We worked months… MONTHS on those plans, we hoped we could do something good for a new town, all we wanted was to try and help..and THIS is what we get back?! She humiliated us in public, Eithelia! How the fuck is that ok with you?!?!?’

‘It isn’t,’ she said quietly. ‘So, well why the heck are you letting this slide?’ ‘Did I say I was?,’ Eithelia retorted. When he remained silent, she said, ‘Look, we’ve lost this battle. But fighting and screaming over it isn’t gonna help either of us today. We’ve got to calm down and plan…. We’re going to take her down, and don’t you doubt it.’


‘But for now, let’s lie low… wait till we have something on her that we can use instead of losing our tempers like you did today… And when we have our ammunition; when we’ve gathered our weapons…we will throw every single part of it at her…and THEN we’ll see how she handles it…’