Van Bright Meat Packing, Defunct
Once the cornerstone of a community in Dogstown, the Van Bright Meat Packing Plant has long gone defunct.
Now surrounded by a slum.
Inside, bloodstink permeates each breath. Too much happened here, beyond slaughtering of hogs. Each step carries with it a pressure of great importance. Here, the air grows thick. There, eyes seem to glimmer from the shadows.
At its centrepoint, room air changes yet again. Slaughterhouse chains seem to sway. Ozone? Why is ozone in the air?
Not just any ozone, either. No. The bitter stink of lighting. Fried grass. Electricity, rippling down a metal pole.
Purpose / Function
Offal. Gore. Nutrients. Red and white marbled flesh rolling down conveyors. Squealing bodies.
Now:
She stands, hands to the roof. Lightning flickers from her fingertips. Before her, congregants stare, hands outstretched, fingers shaking.
Denizens
Cultists,
who have grown desperate and full of need.
All of them are given a home, here, at the hands of one whose hands and arms spider with lichtenberg scars.
Alterations
A slight slope to the center of the floor, with a drain-- it all looks newer than it should. Doesn't make sense that it's sloped. It's not that type of build.
The building isn't. Wasn't. Is now.
Metal that looks too new lines the walls. Meat hooks on a conveyor that doesn't match the building's make and era.
Defenses
Does not need physical defense.
Count the heads in this part of Dogstown.
A third of them belong to the cult which gathers here and savors twisting shadows.
And a third of those possess a call line directly to the top.
Tourism
Seize them.
Seize them by their flesh
Place them upon the hooks
Lightning and blood grease urges great conveyors
Reap
Reap them
With knife and saw and blistering hose to peel hair from skin
Reap them for the thundering eyes
Reap them because it is demanded of you
Take!
Take the interloper for your own.
RUINED STRUCTURE
1963
1963
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