Glocksbury

""This place reeks of guns, bacon, and justice. It's stifling. The cops hang out here, I can tell right off the bat. I do believe that is a police station over there. I see a prison, a rather large one actually, and lots and lots of gun stores, for some reason. The Second Amendment is well flexed. This place is too pristene... Lemme just... !graffiti rowdy logo oh shit I think a cop saw me. I'm gonna make my way out of here.""

- Niboe

Channel Description
A grimy little neighborhood with lower-than-average crime rates in all categories except Police Brutality.

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Semi-orderly residential neighborhoods with discolored white picket fences protecting unkempt lawns for as far as the eye can far. This district likes to pretend its a quiet suburb, but the regular screams and gunshots coupled with numerous chalk outlines of human bodies on the street make this hard to believe. You smell bacon. Figurative bacon. The cops must be lurking nearby somewhere. Glocksbury’s flaccid attempts at normalcy are fueled by it hosting the city’s police department, which is hilariously ineffectual and underfunded to the point of absurdity. In this city, the bumbling police act as target practice to the local gangs rather than actual authorities to be obeyed. But, they sure like to pretend they are.

Comic Shop
The walls and booths are plastered with various Secreature:tm: paraphernalia, ranging from comic books, to music CDs, to cheap plastic figurines, and of course, trading cards. This place has it all, and then some. The store itself seems to have a very labyrinthian structure, with different sections of the store devoted to secreatures merging with each other, like some kind of modern day winchester house. Near the front register, manned by a balding gentleman almost certainly in his early-to-mid 30s, you notice that they're also selling... slimecorp-brand body spray? You dread the thought of the stench such a thing emits.

Police Station
This is the area directly surrounding the city's police headquarters. Normally you'd think spraying graffiti and senselessly murdering rival gangsters in broad daylight next to the cops would be a bad idea, but the police here are so incompentent and/or corrupt that it hardly matters. Besides, if any of them try to fuck with you then they'd wind up in the sewers in no time.

Dog Parks
This is one of the several dog parks around Glocksbury. Since the locals here are in (barely) safer conditions, they feel comfortable walking their dogs here. The park has tried its best to adapt to Slimeoids, too, but at the moment the best solution is to segregate the pets and Slimeoids in two separate enclosures. This is mostly to stop the dumbfuck boomers from crying a river when their dog gets excommunicated to a lower rung on the food chain via devouring by a vastly cooler and way more slime-based Slimeoid.

Snitch Street
The police are so desperate for intelligence about gang violence and territory control that they've brought this entire neighborhood off. You'll be minding your own business and in the span of half an hour you'll have talked to fourteen different people who all swear they aren't cops but are just dying to know your gang's organizational structure, troop movements, and what your personal top five biggest fears are.

Mugshot Road
This is an affordable housing community. Most of the inhabitants here are some Jaywalker Plain, who have tried to kick whatever addictions were holding them back in their old life and start again here. Because of the vulnerable nature of the residents here, the police have carte balance to do whatever the fuck they want with them, and they do! Random entries into people's homes without warrants, excessive uses of force for literally no reason, frisking before they even have the decency to stop-and- you first, asking you to hold something for them before placing incriminating evidence into your hands without waiting for your response and then pulling out their gun and murdering you, piledrivings, and more. Basically, real life.

Cul-de-sac
It's just a totally ordinary cul-de-sac with no special attributes or defining features. Presumably the residents here think that because the police station's right down the road that they can act all normal and shit, and that they can avoid the worst of the gang violence. They've got another thing coming.