Chimper #3471
On the night the wind blew so cold it made the bamboo stalks sing, Tsunetarou sat in a quiet alley, slurping ramen. To the residents of the high-altitude city, it was a familiar sight. They were the wanderer with an impossible appetite, a bottomless pit fueled by endless bowls of broth and noodles. It was their defining quirk, a harmless eccentricity. They ate to stave off the freezing air, or so the whispers went. But the hunger wasn't for warmth. As the last noodle disappeared, the raspberry visor they always wore flickered. It wasn't reflecting the purple-hued sky. It was displaying a single, internal line of text: BIOMASS CONVERSION... 98% EFFICIENCY.
