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The place is rank, the sounds are often soft and filled with coughs and moans. Occasionally music or screaming cuts through the cacophony of humanity packed into this little place, and on weekend nights the place becomes a mad party.  
 
The place is rank, the sounds are often soft and filled with coughs and moans. Occasionally music or screaming cuts through the cacophony of humanity packed into this little place, and on weekend nights the place becomes a mad party.  
  
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Latest revision as of 06:33, 25 February 2020

The Knuckleheads

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They're a small group of young punks that work for Russ and live on his property tending to the upkeep. It's a desert ranch full of dirty mattresses, trash, and drugs. Lots of drugs.

The interior is dank and most of the windows have been boarded off. The swimming pool converted to a skate pit and the various levels and rooms have been converted into a wasteland of junkies, punks and runaways. There is no power here so everything's run of scattered car batteries, stolen power or a few small generators that are in well-ventilated areas. Mattresses soaked in every bodily fluid imaginable are pushed against walls and tucked into dank corners covered in piles of clothes, junk or bodies.

The place is rank, the sounds are often soft and filled with coughs and moans. Occasionally music or screaming cuts through the cacophony of humanity packed into this little place, and on weekend nights the place becomes a mad party.