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The Area

Just past the Hanover Wards is a small section of the city that has no official name. Technically, it’s part of the Wards and Chalk Row, but everyone knows it as Butcher’s Block. Initially, it gained it’s name because it hosted quite a few meat packaging plants and butcher shops, but as the demographics of the area changed, so did the meaning of the name.

Now, the Butchers are people, and the cattle are people too. The derelict buildings, uncut grasses and general urban decay of the area lead to many, many hiding places. And hiding places can lead to lots and lots of trouble for those who are looking for it. It’s generally acknowledged that Butcher’s Block is a barrens, where only the bravest (or stupidest) go, and only because they have to. People looking for a quick thrill ride might make it once or twice, but fate and luck are never on a fool’s side for ever.

The grime and salt encrusted streets seem to always have a dingy film about them, as if just driving your car along them would sully it forever, and the oil slicks from some of the old, beaten and junker vehicles that line the potholed and lacerated roadways seem to always have a sinister sheen to them.

There are a few whiskey bars lining this stretch of areas, but only the true roughnecks of the city can make and pass it through here. Notably, this area is devoid of Asian and Black gangs, and has been for some time. White and Latino gangs rule this turf, and keep a very close eye on those who traverse through it on a nightly basis.

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