Halifax, City of...Well...
Created | Updated Dec 21, 2004
Halifax Out the Corner of Your Eye
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This is your guide to Halifax, city on the Ocean. It's small, cheap and over-educated, well-armed and filled to the brim with car dealerships. At one point it exploded, but that was a long time ago and everyone's felt fine since.
The Church-to-person ratio in Halifax is reaching a critical level, roughly 2:1 at this point and showing no signs of stopping. The council of Church Removals is currently accepting resumes, so if you need a few dollars while in town it's the very place to look!
Another growing concern is that, due to a sink in the socio-interest net caused by the aformeantioned explosion, nothing ever happens that anyone else in the Universe would be interested in. Nothing can escape the pull left in the wake of that fateful day. People never leave for longer than a few months, but when they return they're at a loss to explain why. So they build churches to fill their time and, thus, we get to the heart of the Holy Ratio Problem (HRP).
The bar scene in the City is less a scene and more of a total disaster area. All bars actually open up into the same space/time pocket, so no matter what you're expecting to encounter through the doors, it all winds up feeling exactly the same. The unified barspace is a Karaoke Sports bar whose waitresses are all blond and walls are lined with OAB, aka, VTL's. If you don't know, count yourself lucky.
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This is your guide to Halifax, city on the Ocean. It's small, cheap and over-educated, well-armed and filled to the brim with car dealerships. At one point it exploded, but that was a long time ago and everyone's felt fine since.
The Church-to-person ratio in Halifax is reaching a critical level, roughly 2:1 at this point and showing no signs of stopping. The council of Church Removals is currently accepting resumes, so if you need a few dollars while in town it's the very place to look!
Another growing concern is that, due to a sink in the socio-interest net caused by the aformeantioned explosion, nothing ever happens that anyone else in the Universe would be interested in. Nothing can escape the pull left in the wake of that fateful day. People never leave for longer than a few months, but when they return they're at a loss to explain why. So they build churches to fill their time and, thus, we get to the heart of the Holy Ratio Problem (HRP).
The bar scene in the City is less a scene and more of a total disaster area. All bars actually open up into the same space/time pocket, so no matter what you're expecting to encounter through the doors, it all winds up feeling exactly the same. The unified barspace is a Karaoke Sports bar whose waitresses are all blond and walls are lined with OAB, aka, VTL's. If you don't know, count yourself lucky.
