Anonymous stops himself as he looks at a sign. “Welcome to Rockville,” He reads out loud, “Population…Pie…” His head tilts at the latter half, it was a poorly drawn image of a pie nailed on the sign. He lifts up the piece of paper and saw the population was small, only five residents. “It’ll do. Family community most likely, a married family who won’t stop making kids and they had a population big enough to become a village technically, or everyone moved out. Though they have a mine. Miner family?”