Sierra madre

You've heard of the Sierra madre casino. We all have,the legends,the curses. Foolishness about it lying in the middle of the City of the dead,buried beneath a blood red cloud. A bright,shining monument luring treasure hunters to there doom. The worlds most famous stars and entertainers were invited to its Grand Opening . An invention was a sign of... exclusiveness. The opening was supposed to symbolize a road to a brighter future, not just to the world but for all who came to its doors. A chance for anyonento begin again. Except the Sierra madre never opened. The war froze it, like a big flashbulb going off the Grand Opening. A big ending for humanity. It's still out there in the waste. Preserved, just waiting for someone to crack it open. But getting to....that's not the hard part...It's letting go

A small, quiant little town in the San gabriel valley in California near Pasadena and Monrovia. The most BORING city in the world where nothing interesting happens. Filled with conservative white old people who take care of their grandchildren and take them to a nice little park, with a beautiful view of the local cemetery 50 feet away from the swirly slide. Sierra Madre-ians always leave Sierra madre if they want to have fun (usually the unfortunate 1% that are teenagers that live there). They go to pasadena (Old Town, Paseo Colorado) or Monrovia (Westfield Mall) to enjoy themselves and wish that they lived there.

To "go a little crazy" in the civic sense. Pitting neighbor against neighbor and rendering one unable to listen to anything at odds with their own feelings irrespective of logic.