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-->--''Fairyland,'' by Paul J [=McAuley=]
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-->--''Fairyland,'' by Paul J [=McAuley=][=McAuley=]
->Whenever people talked about the beauty of Leiden but only mentioned its historic buildings or its Parliament center, Violet wished to show them what was on the other side of that beauty. The slums of Leiden had a heavy cloud throughout them, partially due to all of the smoke that flowed this way due to the wind, but also because it was clear there was little that could be done to improve them beyond what the residents were capable of. The only time police would be seen here was if there was a raid going on or if they wanted to have some fun harassing some of the residents and public utilities were always underfunded, under pressure, and overvalued. The people here did what they could but it was clear it was often a losing battle.
-->--''Fanfic/{{Gestation}}''
->Whenever people talked about the beauty of Leiden but only mentioned its historic buildings or its Parliament center, Violet wished to show them what was on the other side of that beauty. The slums of Leiden had a heavy cloud throughout them, partially due to all of the smoke that flowed this way due to the wind, but also because it was clear there was little that could be done to improve them beyond what the residents were capable of. The only time police would be seen here was if there was a raid going on or if they wanted to have some fun harassing some of the residents and public utilities were always underfunded, under pressure, and overvalued. The people here did what they could but it was clear it was often a losing battle.
-->--''Fanfic/{{Gestation}}''
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->He buys a new pack, wanders past the barriers which secure the West End [[FascistsBedtime in the evening]], wanders in the heat and humidity and stink all the way up Charing Cross Road and then back again, past secondhand bookshops where bargain books burst in white hosannas from wooden racks, past the shuttered theatre at Cambridge Circus, the rows of boarded-up or burned-out shops where the homeless and dispossessed squat among blankets and shopping trolleys piled with bundles of clothing wrapped in a torn black plastic.
->[[RobbingTheDead Someone is going through the pockets of a dead child lying facedown in the gutter]]. Blood is pooled under the child's head - some streetkid shot by vigilantes, or by another streetkid. The man treats the body with a strange tenderness as he rolls it on its side to check his pockets. Three tramps have made a kind of encampment in the shuttered doorway of a wrecked shop. They squat in its meagre shade, watching passers-by. [[FlippingTheBird One gives Alex the finger]]. Another rackingly coughs into a scrap of paper: [[IncurableCoughOfDeath viral TB]].
->[[RobbingTheDead Someone is going through the pockets of a dead child lying facedown in the gutter]]. Blood is pooled under the child's head - some streetkid shot by vigilantes, or by another streetkid. The man treats the body with a strange tenderness as he rolls it on its side to check his pockets. Three tramps have made a kind of encampment in the shuttered doorway of a wrecked shop. They squat in its meagre shade, watching passers-by. [[FlippingTheBird One gives Alex the finger]]. Another rackingly coughs into a scrap of paper: [[IncurableCoughOfDeath viral TB]].
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->He buys a new pack, wanders past the barriers which secure the West End [[FascistsBedtime in the evening]], evening, wanders in the heat and humidity and stink all the way up Charing Cross Road and then back again, past secondhand bookshops where bargain books burst in white hosannas from wooden racks, past the shuttered theatre at Cambridge Circus, the rows of boarded-up or burned-out shops where the homeless and dispossessed squat among blankets and shopping trolleys piled with bundles of clothing wrapped in a torn black plastic.
->[[RobbingTheDead Someone ->Someone is going through the pockets of a dead child lying facedown in the gutter]].gutter. Blood is pooled under the child's head - some streetkid shot by vigilantes, or by another streetkid. The man treats the body with a strange tenderness as he rolls it on its side to check his pockets. Three tramps have made a kind of encampment in the shuttered doorway of a wrecked shop. They squat in its meagre shade, watching passers-by. [[FlippingTheBird One gives Alex the finger]]. finger. Another rackingly coughs into a scrap of paper: [[IncurableCoughOfDeath viral TB]].TB.
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-->--''[[Creator/KimNewman The Night Mayor]]''Mayor]]''
->He buys a new pack, wanders past the barriers which secure the West End [[FascistsBedtime in the evening]], wanders in the heat and humidity and stink all the way up Charing Cross Road and then back again, past secondhand bookshops where bargain books burst in white hosannas from wooden racks, past the shuttered theatre at Cambridge Circus, the rows of boarded-up or burned-out shops where the homeless and dispossessed squat among blankets and shopping trolleys piled with bundles of clothing wrapped in a torn black plastic.
->[[RobbingTheDead Someone is going through the pockets of a dead child lying facedown in the gutter]]. Blood is pooled under the child's head - some streetkid shot by vigilantes, or by another streetkid. The man treats the body with a strange tenderness as he rolls it on its side to check his pockets. Three tramps have made a kind of encampment in the shuttered doorway of a wrecked shop. They squat in its meagre shade, watching passers-by. [[FlippingTheBird One gives Alex the finger]]. Another rackingly coughs into a scrap of paper: [[IncurableCoughOfDeath viral TB]].
-->--''Fairyland,'' by Paul J [=McAuley=]
->He buys a new pack, wanders past the barriers which secure the West End [[FascistsBedtime in the evening]], wanders in the heat and humidity and stink all the way up Charing Cross Road and then back again, past secondhand bookshops where bargain books burst in white hosannas from wooden racks, past the shuttered theatre at Cambridge Circus, the rows of boarded-up or burned-out shops where the homeless and dispossessed squat among blankets and shopping trolleys piled with bundles of clothing wrapped in a torn black plastic.
->[[RobbingTheDead Someone is going through the pockets of a dead child lying facedown in the gutter]]. Blood is pooled under the child's head - some streetkid shot by vigilantes, or by another streetkid. The man treats the body with a strange tenderness as he rolls it on its side to check his pockets. Three tramps have made a kind of encampment in the shuttered doorway of a wrecked shop. They squat in its meagre shade, watching passers-by. [[FlippingTheBird One gives Alex the finger]]. Another rackingly coughs into a scrap of paper: [[IncurableCoughOfDeath viral TB]].
-->--''Fairyland,'' by Paul J [=McAuley=]
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-->--'''Sonmi-451,''' ''Literature/CloudAtlas''''Literature/CloudAtlas''
->We had [[FadeIn faded in]] on Poverty Row. I had been in town long enough to know the place. It was the worst slum in [[LotusEaterMachine the City]], far from the swish Metro and Paramount districts. Jerry-built tenements cramped together, as convincing as cardboard flats. Every hotel room had an irritating sign flashing outside the window. Every alley had a mangy black cat set to cringe in a flashlight beam. When a door got slammed, the walls shook. There weren't many people on the streets at any time of the day. Extras cost money. This was the world of peeling paint, tap-dancing cockroaches, and [[VisibleBoomMic the constant shadow of the boom mike]]. On Poverty Row, life had a low budget and a short running time.
-->--''[[Creator/KimNewman The Night Mayor]]''
->We had [[FadeIn faded in]] on Poverty Row. I had been in town long enough to know the place. It was the worst slum in [[LotusEaterMachine the City]], far from the swish Metro and Paramount districts. Jerry-built tenements cramped together, as convincing as cardboard flats. Every hotel room had an irritating sign flashing outside the window. Every alley had a mangy black cat set to cringe in a flashlight beam. When a door got slammed, the walls shook. There weren't many people on the streets at any time of the day. Extras cost money. This was the world of peeling paint, tap-dancing cockroaches, and [[VisibleBoomMic the constant shadow of the boom mike]]. On Poverty Row, life had a low budget and a short running time.
-->--''[[Creator/KimNewman The Night Mayor]]''
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-->--''The Traitor God,'' by Cameron JohnstonJohnston
->Huamdonggil is a notorious maze of crookeds, ramshacks, flophouses, pawnshops, drug bars and comfort hives belonging to a more benighted world. Hae-Joo left the ford in a lockup, warning me to keep my eyes and head hooded, as stolen [[ServantRace fabricants]] end up in the slum's brothels - made serviceable after [[BackAlleyDoctor clumsy surgery]].
->Zigzagging alleys and conduits reeked of sewerage. Pure-bloods slumped in doorways, their skins inflamed by prolonged [[NuSpelling xposure]] to the city's scalding rain. Children lapped water from puddles. I asked who lived here; Hae-Joo told me how hospitals drain the [[OurSoulsAreDifferent Souls]] of migrants with enceph or leadlung until only enough dollars remain for a euthanizing jab - or a ride to Huamdonggil.
-->--'''Sonmi-451,''' ''Literature/CloudAtlas''
->Huamdonggil is a notorious maze of crookeds, ramshacks, flophouses, pawnshops, drug bars and comfort hives belonging to a more benighted world. Hae-Joo left the ford in a lockup, warning me to keep my eyes and head hooded, as stolen [[ServantRace fabricants]] end up in the slum's brothels - made serviceable after [[BackAlleyDoctor clumsy surgery]].
->Zigzagging alleys and conduits reeked of sewerage. Pure-bloods slumped in doorways, their skins inflamed by prolonged [[NuSpelling xposure]] to the city's scalding rain. Children lapped water from puddles. I asked who lived here; Hae-Joo told me how hospitals drain the [[OurSoulsAreDifferent Souls]] of migrants with enceph or leadlung until only enough dollars remain for a euthanizing jab - or a ride to Huamdonggil.
-->--'''Sonmi-451,''' ''Literature/CloudAtlas''
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-->--''The Traitor God,'' by Cameron Johnston
->Everytime he closed his eyes he saw them, Death itself at the very edge of his vision. It stalked him like a great hunter and hung over him like a fog. All the cats of the city knew Death like an never tiring enemy. It clung to their fur like a plague and each day, when they went out of their homes to hunt, to groom, to socialize, Death was only one step behind. It was routine to the cats of the city. Every day might be their last. They did not dwell on it though. They had come to accept it, that death might pounce any day. Every time they stepped foot out of their dens, it could be their last. Every bite they took of their meals could be their last. Every time they crossed a street, they could never make it to the other side. It wasn’t sad, it was simply life. It was no one’s fault, it was just the way of the world.
-->--''Fanfic/BloodRustyAU''
->Everytime he closed his eyes he saw them, Death itself at the very edge of his vision. It stalked him like a great hunter and hung over him like a fog. All the cats of the city knew Death like an never tiring enemy. It clung to their fur like a plague and each day, when they went out of their homes to hunt, to groom, to socialize, Death was only one step behind. It was routine to the cats of the city. Every day might be their last. They did not dwell on it though. They had come to accept it, that death might pounce any day. Every time they stepped foot out of their dens, it could be their last. Every bite they took of their meals could be their last. Every time they crossed a street, they could never make it to the other side. It wasn’t sad, it was simply life. It was no one’s fault, it was just the way of the world.
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-->--''The Traitor God,'' by Cameron Johnston
->Everytime he closed his eyes he saw them, Death itself at the very edge of his vision. It stalked him like a great hunter and hung over him like a fog. All the cats of the city knew Death like an never tiring enemy. It clung to their fur like a plague and each day, when they went out of their homes to hunt, to groom, to socialize, Death was only one step behind. It was routine to the cats of the city. Every day might be their last. They did not dwell on it though. They had come to accept it, that death might pounce any day. Every time they stepped foot out of their dens, it could be their last. Every bite they took of their meals could be their last. Every time they crossed a street, they could never make it to the other side. It wasn’t sad, it was simply life. It was no one’s fault, it was just the way of the world.
-->--''Fanfic/BloodRustyAU''Johnston
->Everytime he closed his eyes he saw them, Death itself at the very edge of his vision. It stalked him like a great hunter and hung over him like a fog. All the cats of the city knew Death like an never tiring enemy. It clung to their fur like a plague and each day, when they went out of their homes to hunt, to groom, to socialize, Death was only one step behind. It was routine to the cats of the city. Every day might be their last. They did not dwell on it though. They had come to accept it, that death might pounce any day. Every time they stepped foot out of their dens, it could be their last. Every bite they took of their meals could be their last. Every time they crossed a street, they could never make it to the other side. It wasn’t sad, it was simply life. It was no one’s fault, it was just the way of the world.
-->--''Fanfic/BloodRustyAU''
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-->--''The Traitor God,'' by Cameron JohnstonJohnston
->Everytime he closed his eyes he saw them, Death itself at the very edge of his vision. It stalked him like a great hunter and hung over him like a fog. All the cats of the city knew Death like an never tiring enemy. It clung to their fur like a plague and each day, when they went out of their homes to hunt, to groom, to socialize, Death was only one step behind. It was routine to the cats of the city. Every day might be their last. They did not dwell on it though. They had come to accept it, that death might pounce any day. Every time they stepped foot out of their dens, it could be their last. Every bite they took of their meals could be their last. Every time they crossed a street, they could never make it to the other side. It wasn’t sad, it was simply life. It was no one’s fault, it was just the way of the world.
-->--''Fanfic/BloodRustyAU''
->Everytime he closed his eyes he saw them, Death itself at the very edge of his vision. It stalked him like a great hunter and hung over him like a fog. All the cats of the city knew Death like an never tiring enemy. It clung to their fur like a plague and each day, when they went out of their homes to hunt, to groom, to socialize, Death was only one step behind. It was routine to the cats of the city. Every day might be their last. They did not dwell on it though. They had come to accept it, that death might pounce any day. Every time they stepped foot out of their dens, it could be their last. Every bite they took of their meals could be their last. Every time they crossed a street, they could never make it to the other side. It wasn’t sad, it was simply life. It was no one’s fault, it was just the way of the world.
-->--''Fanfic/BloodRustyAU''
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-->--''Literature/{{Animorphs}} #27: The Exposed''
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-->--''Literature/{{Animorphs}} #27: The Exposed''Exposed''
->In the centre of the lower city, the Warrens boasted the worst streets, [[TheDungAges ones that squelched with ankle-deep shite and piss that autumn rains washed down from higher ground]]. Folks with decent professions and skills clawed their way upwind to West Docklands to avoid the stinking smog that prevailing winds blew southeast, and where sewage ran downstream into the warrens instead of pooling into your doorstep on rainy days.
-->--''The Traitor God,'' by Cameron Johnston
->In the centre of the lower city, the Warrens boasted the worst streets, [[TheDungAges ones that squelched with ankle-deep shite and piss that autumn rains washed down from higher ground]]. Folks with decent professions and skills clawed their way upwind to West Docklands to avoid the stinking smog that prevailing winds blew southeast, and where sewage ran downstream into the warrens instead of pooling into your doorstep on rainy days.
-->--''The Traitor God,'' by Cameron Johnston
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-->--''ComicBook/{{Hellblazer}}: Going For It''
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-->--''ComicBook/{{Hellblazer}}: Going For It''It''
->Train tracks ahead. Along with junked cars, sagging buildings, and mounds of garbage. [[SuperSenses My eagle eyes]] showed me everything: the smashed liquor bottles, the empty vials. Spent bullet casings. Cigarette butts. Graffiti.
->Even the air felt different here. Darker. Grayer.
->Heavy with the absence of hope.
->This battlefield had already been claimed by the enemy. And suddenly, I wasn't so sure we could take it back.
-->--''Literature/{{Animorphs}} #27: The Exposed''
->Train tracks ahead. Along with junked cars, sagging buildings, and mounds of garbage. [[SuperSenses My eagle eyes]] showed me everything: the smashed liquor bottles, the empty vials. Spent bullet casings. Cigarette butts. Graffiti.
->Even the air felt different here. Darker. Grayer.
->Heavy with the absence of hope.
->This battlefield had already been claimed by the enemy. And suddenly, I wasn't so sure we could take it back.
-->--''Literature/{{Animorphs}} #27: The Exposed''
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-->--'''Old Town,''' the slums of the Cyber-Realm[[note]]Yes, even Weaver-dominated {{Eldritch Location}}s have slums[[/note]], ''TabletopGame/WerewolfTheApocalypse - Umbra: The Velvet Shadows''
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-->--'''Old Town,''' the slums of the Cyber-Realm[[note]]Yes, even Weaver-dominated {{Eldritch Location}}s have slums[[/note]], ''TabletopGame/WerewolfTheApocalypse - Umbra: The Velvet Shadows''Shadows''
->Down here, there is a despair in the air you have to ''breathe'' to understand. Poverty plucks at your sleeve with broken fingernails... hunger flashes its teeth from the shadows... and defeat lays in the gutter, waiting for the garbage. This is where the abandoned people live. [[DeadpanSnarker All part of the great British "Return To Victorian Values" I guess]].
-->--''ComicBook/{{Hellblazer}}: Going For It''
->Down here, there is a despair in the air you have to ''breathe'' to understand. Poverty plucks at your sleeve with broken fingernails... hunger flashes its teeth from the shadows... and defeat lays in the gutter, waiting for the garbage. This is where the abandoned people live. [[DeadpanSnarker All part of the great British "Return To Victorian Values" I guess]].
-->--''ComicBook/{{Hellblazer}}: Going For It''
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-->--''Mile End,'' '''Music/{{Pulp}}''''''Music/{{Pulp}}'''
->This is the lowest level of [[CityPlanet Spider City]] - the "mean streets" of the [[EldritchLocation realm]]. This place represents the worst of the [[EldritchAbomination Weaver]]. It's stagnant, decaying, and crumbling. The neon lights and fluorescent bulbs that illuminate more hospitable regions of Spider City are absent. Piles of garbage, offal and filth litter the streets, and juice-rich travelers are almost certain to be accosted or attacked outright. The discarded plasm of a drained victim is tossed into the tunnels of [[TheCityNarrows the Pit]]. The lords of Uptown mostly leave this area to its misery, but occasionally send their Spider Patrol into Old Tow to round up [[HumanResources victims for juice processing]] or simply as a display of power. The residents hate and fear the lords of Uptown, but for the most part are too fearful and disorganized to do anything about it. Mostly, they hide or wander in search of the next hit of [[{{Mana}} juice]].
-->--'''Old Town,''' the slums of the Cyber-Realm[[note]]Yes, even Weaver-dominated {{Eldritch Location}}s have slums[[/note]], ''TabletopGame/WerewolfTheApocalypse - Umbra: The Velvet Shadows''
->This is the lowest level of [[CityPlanet Spider City]] - the "mean streets" of the [[EldritchLocation realm]]. This place represents the worst of the [[EldritchAbomination Weaver]]. It's stagnant, decaying, and crumbling. The neon lights and fluorescent bulbs that illuminate more hospitable regions of Spider City are absent. Piles of garbage, offal and filth litter the streets, and juice-rich travelers are almost certain to be accosted or attacked outright. The discarded plasm of a drained victim is tossed into the tunnels of [[TheCityNarrows the Pit]]. The lords of Uptown mostly leave this area to its misery, but occasionally send their Spider Patrol into Old Tow to round up [[HumanResources victims for juice processing]] or simply as a display of power. The residents hate and fear the lords of Uptown, but for the most part are too fearful and disorganized to do anything about it. Mostly, they hide or wander in search of the next hit of [[{{Mana}} juice]].
-->--'''Old Town,''' the slums of the Cyber-Realm[[note]]Yes, even Weaver-dominated {{Eldritch Location}}s have slums[[/note]], ''TabletopGame/WerewolfTheApocalypse - Umbra: The Velvet Shadows''
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-->--''Mile End,'' '''Music/Pulp''''''Music/{{Pulp}}'''
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->[[AllOfTheOtherReindeer Nobody wants to be your friend]]\\
'Cos you're not from [[UsefulNotes/CouncilEstate round here]]\\
[[WretchedHive As if that was something to be proud about]]\\
The pearly king of the Isle of Dogs\\
feels up children in the bogs\\
Down by the playing fields\\
someone sets a car on fire\\
I guess you have to go right down\\
before you understand just how\\
how low\\
how low a human being can go\\
Ooh, it's a mess alright\\
Yes it's\\
Mile End
-->--''Mile End,'' '''Music/Pulp'''
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-->--Codex Entry, ''VideoGame/DragonAgeII''''VideoGame/DragonAgeII''
->Downtown\\
[[PlaceWorseThanDeath Where the cabs don't stop]]\\
Downtown\\
Where [[MasochistsMeal the food is slop]]\\
Downtown\\
Where the [[AddledAddict hop-heads]] flop in the snow\\
Down on Skid Row
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->Downtown\\
[[PlaceWorseThanDeath Where the cabs don't stop]]\\
Downtown\\
Where [[MasochistsMeal the food is slop]]\\
Downtown\\
Where the [[AddledAddict hop-heads]] flop in the snow\\
Down on Skid Row
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-->--'''Atton Rand,''' on Nar Shaddaa's Refugee Sector, ''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''
->Today, [[MeaningfulName Lowtown]] is a labyrinth of shantytowns, corridors, and hexagonal courtyards — "hexes" in the local parlance. Lowtown's poorest live in caves hewn out of the cliff face. The district is shoddily built and bears scars caused by collapsing walls. Foundry smoke smothers the area. Only a cold winter storm clears the air, but the icy wind howling over the mouths of old mineshafts hardly counts as relief. Occasionally, these [[UnderCity Darktown]] shafts erupt with [[DeadlyGas gouts of foul air known as chokedamp]]. It's not uncommon to find whole slums silently suffocated, frozen in the midst of everyday activity.
->The walls surrounding Lowtown are highest by the harbor. Its busiest street leads up to [[CrapsaccharineWorld Hightown]], where the wealthiest Kirkwallers perch. When one stands in Lowtown, all one sees other than the rocky walls is Hightown. It glitters overhead, always in sight, yet always beyond reach.
-->--Codex Entry, ''VideoGame/DragonAgeII''
->Today, [[MeaningfulName Lowtown]] is a labyrinth of shantytowns, corridors, and hexagonal courtyards — "hexes" in the local parlance. Lowtown's poorest live in caves hewn out of the cliff face. The district is shoddily built and bears scars caused by collapsing walls. Foundry smoke smothers the area. Only a cold winter storm clears the air, but the icy wind howling over the mouths of old mineshafts hardly counts as relief. Occasionally, these [[UnderCity Darktown]] shafts erupt with [[DeadlyGas gouts of foul air known as chokedamp]]. It's not uncommon to find whole slums silently suffocated, frozen in the midst of everyday activity.
->The walls surrounding Lowtown are highest by the harbor. Its busiest street leads up to [[CrapsaccharineWorld Hightown]], where the wealthiest Kirkwallers perch. When one stands in Lowtown, all one sees other than the rocky walls is Hightown. It glitters overhead, always in sight, yet always beyond reach.
-->--Codex Entry, ''VideoGame/DragonAgeII''
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->[[DeadpanSnarker Ah, the beautiful stench and decay of desperate living]]...
-->--'''Atton Rand,''' on Nar Shaddaa's Refugee Sector, ''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''
->[[DeadpanSnarker Ah, the beautiful stench and decay of desperate living]]...
-->--'''Atton Rand,''' on Nar Shaddaa's Refugee Sector, ''VideoGame/KnightsOfTheOldRepublicIITheSithLords''
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-->--'''Augustus Sinclair,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
->This area, which soon became known as "The Underground," did have one redeeming feature: its proximity to subterranean levels of the buildings downtown ensures that it stays a few degrees warmer than the rest of the city throughout the winter. Because of this, Chicago's homeless population soon began sleeping alongside the roadway.
->The area has settled into decay. Many of the streetlights still don't work, because the city doesn't dare send repairmen down to replace the bulbs. The area exists in a state of [[AlwaysNight perpetual night]]. Because of the lack of traffic, cardboard houses stand in the middle of the road. Sometimes the houses become mausoleums for their unfortunate owners. The police, who come down once a month to "[[PoliceBrutality clean up]]," will only enter the area in squads of at least ten men. When traffic ''does'' drive through, it has to slow down because of the poor lighting conditions and debris in the middle of the street. As a vehicle passes, dozens of panhandlers and "window washers" will lay siege to it. It is a very foolish idea to open a window to pass out money; those that do not, however, [[TheDogBitesBack may find their cars tipped over]] by the homeless who are enraged at the haves daring to enter the realm of the have-nots.
-->--''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade - Chicago By Night''
->This area, which soon became known as "The Underground," did have one redeeming feature: its proximity to subterranean levels of the buildings downtown ensures that it stays a few degrees warmer than the rest of the city throughout the winter. Because of this, Chicago's homeless population soon began sleeping alongside the roadway.
->The area has settled into decay. Many of the streetlights still don't work, because the city doesn't dare send repairmen down to replace the bulbs. The area exists in a state of [[AlwaysNight perpetual night]]. Because of the lack of traffic, cardboard houses stand in the middle of the road. Sometimes the houses become mausoleums for their unfortunate owners. The police, who come down once a month to "[[PoliceBrutality clean up]]," will only enter the area in squads of at least ten men. When traffic ''does'' drive through, it has to slow down because of the poor lighting conditions and debris in the middle of the street. As a vehicle passes, dozens of panhandlers and "window washers" will lay siege to it. It is a very foolish idea to open a window to pass out money; those that do not, however, [[TheDogBitesBack may find their cars tipped over]] by the homeless who are enraged at the haves daring to enter the realm of the have-nots.
-->--''TabletopGame/VampireTheMasquerade - Chicago By Night''
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->Ol' Pauper's Drop's the worst neighborhood in Rapture, but [[LetNoCrisisGoToWaste it's a hell of an opportunity]] to raise up some ah, affordable housin'. When Atlantic Express was constructin' their luxury passenger line, this place was hollowed out beneath as flophouses for the railway crew. Nobody was s'posed to reside down here long-term, but when you're broke in this town, you're not exactly swimmin' in alternatives. [[SinisterSubway I don't favor spendin' more than an hour or so down here at a time]]: there ain't a side of the tracks more wrong than ''under'' 'em.
-->--'''Augustus Sinclair,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
-->--'''Augustus Sinclair,''' ''VideoGame/Bioshock2''
