Good Man's Land
Desolation. Ruin. Hell on Earth.
These are the words that describe what is now known by everyone to be known as Good Man's Land. Serving as a border between the western and eastern parts of The Roc, this street has turned into a long ditch stretch that runs from its northern point to its southern point. The pit is full of all sorts of shit just mish-mashed together, forming a sea of trash and ruins that runs along the whole street. Makeshift bridges can be seen plastered from all different places; half of them barely even finished. The ones that are still up no one would dare cross else they had a death wish. So how do you get from one side to the other? You don't. Or rather, you could, but why in the hell would you do that? If you're sensible you just stay on your side. If you're just passing through, then you picked the wrong neighborhood to pass through, bucko.
Some people say if you fall in the pit, you're never heard from again. They say the souls of the dead who fought are out for revenge and trap anyone who has the misfortune of falling. Sounds like shit right? But who knows; it may just be a rumor to make sure no one willingly tries to cross, or maybe the maelstrom has taken charge of the wills and feelings of the dead.
Geography
After years of firefights, the place formerly known as Goodman St. N has deteriorated into a pit of bodies, wreckage, and anything you can name. It's a quicksand of trash. The surrounding sides are in ruins, similar to The Roc itself, but Goodman's represents that cherry on top of that shit pie.
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