A blight has fallen 'cross the land. For miles... bereft of delicious donuts. To the north, monstrosities of sugar and water. To the east, the lackluster remnants of mass-produced dreams.

Only one can answer the call.

We, citizens of the city of Richmond, cry out for donuts. Real donuts. Good donuts. Dare we say superior donuts.

Country Style, save us from this blight. Please bring your golden dough into the city, where the tired and hungry masses can stumble from their beds at unspeakable hours to better fuel themselves for the triumphs and despairs of the day.