A fine place to be unhappy — together.
High up in Complaint Village — nestled on the slopes of Complaint Mountain, inside a tidy little gated complaint community — life is comfortable, scenic, and absolutely full of things to grumble about. The coffee at the Complaint Café is too hot (or too cold). The Complaint Roundabout has, frankly, one lane too many. The cyclists complain about the drivers, the drivers complain about the cyclists, and everyone complains about the weather — even when it's perfect.
Cobbled lanes, twitching curtains, and strongly-worded notices on every door.
Where the gossip is strong and the espresso is "not what it used to be."
Engineering's greatest mystery. Nobody yields. Everybody honks.
They bike, they drive, and they always — always — have notes.
Move your character around the mountain, through the village, past the café and the dreaded roundabout — collecting grievances and lodging complaints along the way. Crisp, classy, and completely petty.
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