Jaywalker Plain

"What people don't understand is joining a gang ain't bad, it's cool, it's fine. When you in the hood, joining a gang is cool because all your friends are in the gang, all your family's in the gang. We're not just killing people every night, we're just hanging out, having a good time."

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Though about half of this district is made of up parks, don't mistake this for a wealthy district. These neglected, overgrown open spaces only help to congest the poor communities of Jaywalker Plains into tightly packed slums. This, coupled with being a backwater on the edge of the city with nothing to do, has bred a district that leads the city only in amount of narcotics injected per capita. Everyone is on a bad trip in Jaywalker Plain. Maniacs roam the street, screaming obscenities and striping naked in public. Homeless men ramble incoherent nonsense while picking drunken fights with one another on the side of the street. Many strange and unusual crimes are perpetrated here and reported on by local news teams to the amusement of residents of neighboring districts. "Did you hear what that guy from Jaywalker Plain did the other day?", is a common conversation starter in the western districts. Jaywalker Plain has actually become a common residential district for lower income students attending the nearby Neo Milwaukee State wanting to avoid the already cheap rates of apartments in North Sleezeborough. Because of this, you're guaranteed to see a lot of young artists and hipsters roaming this broken, nightmare hellscape of a district looking for cafes to leech Wi-Fi access off of. Good luck with that.

Outside the Planned Parenthood
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. The NLACakaNM Planned Parenthood is different from the standard haunted house in that the unspeakable abominations living there are well-documented and deadly to even the most seasoned gangster. I would just stay away from the ruined old building and spray down the supermarket across the street. This street connects back into Jaywalker Plain.

Black Alleyways
All those drugged out hobos you see around the city had to get their stash from somewhere, right? Welcome to the Black Alleys, the dark-alley Wal-Mart of getting chemically skullfucked. Once you get past the anti-narc security, you'll find a place that's completely different from the wide-open park spaces in the rest of Jaywalker Plain. It's crowded, damp, and it smells like a slimegirl's unwashed snatch. So pick up the pace. Buy some crack, maybe paint a couple walls, then get the hell out of here.

The Emerald Noose
This collection of green spaces comprise the majority of the land in Jaywalker Plain, hence the "plain" part. Originally, Jaywalker Plain was intended to be an upper class district, and so these spaces would provide some leisure space for the oligarchs of the city to unwind, away from the hustle and bustle of slimegain. Needless to say, that, uh, didn't work out. These spaces are beautiful, but the real reason to come here is to point and laugh at all the crazy freaks, drug addicts, and homeless people picking fights with one another and passing out from overdoses at 2 PM in the afternoon next to austere marble busts and exotic trees.

Qoute Unqoute Art Galleries
This open outdoor market is the perfect place for the creative locals of Jaywalker Plain to show off their aesthetic genius and display their culturally enrichment gesamtkunstwerks for the world to see. Of course, this is Jaywalker Plain we're talking bout, so you're less likely to see portraits and still lives as you are to see impressionistic depictions of drug-induced hallucinations and modern art commentating on how badly the artist wants to fuck dogs.

Tent City
This street used to be a congested road, but now the only traffic on it are hobos really putting the "home" in "homeless". Tents and cardboard boxes are set up up and down this street, providing totally sufficient protection against the elements for their swathes of downtrodden inhabitants. Generations of people impoverished from birth have grown up here, never knowing anything but the tents. Drug abuse and violent crimes are rampant. Many have lost their minds and ramble on about insane conspiracy theorists and incoherent beliefs. It would be funny if it weren't so sad. Actually, that last part is still funny. Who ever heard of a "round earth"?