The Pnumonic Tavern was a bar for caconium miners, but they'd all died of xenotoxin poisoning or assorted uncovered cancers. Now, the usual suspects; terminally laid-off truckers, doctors, lawyers, slumming to score synthopioids to overdose on. 'Fugee gangs of countless colonial wars, piling up bodies in clashes with Heilrazor skinheads. Ex-military ghosts drowning atrocity guilt in alcohol poisoning, bullets.
Still an open-air mass-grave to bury non-people in, technically
#microfiction