Dreadford

"I grew up in poverty on the edge of a golf course. I saw how people lived on the other side of the tracks, the upper crust and the wasps at the Country Club. We had chickens and pigs in our yards. We butchered every year. I'll never forget those things."

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Ford of Dread.

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Neatly spaced colonial revival mansions and chapels are broken up by botches of thick, twisting woods. This district is largely rural and suburban, with a small town center with various necessities like Whole Foods and a cemetery. The residents of this district are very, very wealthy and meticulously maintain the gated community they’ve grown for themselves. Perhaps the most obvious example of this is the country club and its accompanying golf course, which comprises a large chunk of the district.

Dreadford is one of the oldest settlements of the area, being inhabited by humans as far back as 1988. The original founders were fleeing restrict criminals rights laws, and established the town of Dreadford in what was then a barren Arizonian desert. These first settlers had quite the pension of holding kangaroo courts, which often amounted to just reading the list of crimes the accused was charged with before hanging them immediately. Some nooses still hang on trees around the district, begging to be finally used.

Country Club
On top of a grassy hill, behind several wired/electric fences, lies Dreadford’s famous country club. The lodge itself is a huge, old wooden lodge from the 1800s, with hundreds of knick-knacks, hunting trophies and historic photos hung up on the wall, and tacky rugs and furniture around a roaring fire in it’s center. Sprawling out from the club itself is the complex’s signature golf course, where all the pompous rich assholes go to waste their time and chit-chat with each other about cheating on their wives.

The following items can be purchased from the country club:

The Saloon
How is this saloon not collapsed by now? It was built by the gangs of the city out of bricks and slime, from a blueprint none of them should be able to read. Well, it's here now. And pretty soon you imagine the gangs will make it their own. And by that I mean raze it to the ground. Hey, at least you have a good view of the dueling grounds from here. This area leads to Hang-em Square and Dreadford.

The following items can be purchased from the saloon:

Scaffold Forest
This spooky forest has been the site of countless lynchings in the district’s past (and present). Nooses hang from nearly every tree, and a thick fog makes those shadows in the distance all the more unnerving.

Hang-'Em Square
This is the old town square of Dreadford, home to what few businesses operate in the district. It is also home to a well-worn guillotine which is proudly displayed in the center of the square. The early settlers of this district absolutely loved accusing and sentencing each other on frivolous charges and then proceeding to chop each other’s heads off. It’s practically all they did.