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A listing of those who are current residents on the streets of Paladine. Despite their poor quality of life, the majority manage to keep their files updated. Board is hidden from guests to avoid theft.

Although it lacks the cultured fame of New York's Central Park, Griffin is just as lovely. Great expanses of lush grass for picnics. Trails for runners, bikers, and roller skaters that wind elegantly through meadows and miniature forests. It seems a country escape to the city folk. It's also a nice place to make camp every now and then. Cops are quick to flush you out during the day, but the nights are left to you and any foolish gang wanna be from the North.

Dawson's is a lower class, run down old bar that serves crappy alcohol. This is a great, and cheap, place to grab a bite to eat and perhaps a cold one while you're at it. They don't give hand-outs, and they don't run tabs. The owner keeps a shotgun handy and a bat handier. His son runs small time, organized fights in the bar's cellar. As long as he gets a piece of the dough passed around, he'll allow anything to enter the ring.

Sub-board: The Basement

It might once have had a name, but now it is simply "the thrift store". It doesn't exactly have an over abundance of anything, but it's enough for the less fortunate to pick from if they must. It's been stolen from enough times that bars are installed in the windows, cameras catch every angle twice, and a gun as well as a panic button is hidden under the counter. Occasionally kind people stand outside the store on chilly nights and offer free soup and bread to the homeless; but the portions are never that hefty.

Injured? Sick? Too bad. You might as well pack it up and take it somewhere else. This is an old run down hospital crammed into the south side of Paladine. All the equipment is outdated, and all the doctors have a sadistic streak about them. The only thing about this hospital, is it's relatively cheap... Now what the hell kind of hospital is cheap? Children should be wary of social workers.

This is a shabby, run down apartment building affectionately called 'Amityville'. It's rat infested, rotting, and cockroaches crawl into your mouth as you sleep on moth eaten matresses. Thinking about complaining to the super? Tough luck. He never comes here unless it's to beat you down for rent.

We know you don't want to leave our dirty streets for your flashy vacation houses and shiny new gadgets, but things happen. Tell us so that we know you haven't died or forgotten the url to Homeless.

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