Cereal City, a Maybe Capital fan fic by Geoff Cotter

Cereal City is a local stronghold of family-owned, passed down through the generations, bastion of good ‘ole american manufacturing and blue collar industrial values of hard work and good cereal.

Cereal City is known for the great American Cereal Company, with its tall silos and tower that reach well above its strongly fortified perimeter. Its CEO, R. Sterling Savely, holds great disdain for the inventions of web-men. In fact, he remains skeptical of paper currency and rumor has it he converted all revenue for the past 50 years into gold cereal bars. Likely stored as treasure at the bottom of the great cereal vats.

Not even Rick Powers has been able to gain a fingerhold within Cereal City, a reminder that even the most formidable silicon valley giants have limits to their power and influence. In fact, this has driven many an uber-rich bay area megalomaniac to deeply resent Cereal City and its products — even the sight of a Great American Cereal box is known incite stress and anxiety.

Like finding a decapitated horses head in your bed, a box of Maybe Cereal is often used as a declaration of war idol.

This particular box, may or may not have used for such purposes. As the wise amongst us know, its whats inside that matters most… in this case:

Cereal, and a pair of undershorts.

… with a name and number written on the tag.