Chaper. Chaper, Chaper, Chaper. Just a few miles up the road from Shiffon. I really am not sure what the hell else to say about Chaper, guys. It’s just kinda there. I mean, my favorite thing about it is still when it was featured in the Chaper Notes section in a Small Town Sentinel back in the day.
Small Town Stats
Public Pools: 0
Private Pools:1
Pop Machines: 1
I mean, I guess one thing about Chaper is that its residents like decorative mailboxes.
And very confusing street signs.
Chaper Mini Market… where I can only imagine they sell internal organs.
And while all the small towns we’ve discussed have grain elevators of some type, it seems Chaper might have the most? Looooots of corn storage in Chaper.
Is this thing even functional? Dad, what is that?
Lots of grain storage equates to lots of semis, I guess?
I’ll tell you what is definitely functional- Way Side Cemetery. Holy Hannah, this thing is straight out of a horror movie.
A horror movie whose antagonist lives… here.
Chaper does have the same classics as the other towns though- golf carts/ATVs in the streets, tractors in yards, etc.
I’m not even sure how to wrap this one up, guys. I guess I’m just going to say that Chaper is just a bit of a mystery. I mean, not Arendale-level mystery, but… perplexing in its own right.
-Beverly “They Don’t Even Have a Water Tower” Goldenstein
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