Welcome to the City of Boisen Bay. Founded by a Mr. J. A. Boisen of judiciary fame. A city built to shine to the rest of the free world as a beacon of peace and fraternity and justice.But that was a long time ago.
The train has long since gone off the tracks. Off the bridge. Into the ravine.
The air has been fouled by the smoke of industry. The waters are polluted with blood and grime. The soul and life of the city died a long time ago. Leaving behind the corpse of existence.A few years ago some hoodlums decided to rename the city. Poison Bay. They painted the letters, broad and red over the city sign. And it stuck. The paint wasn't permanent but the idea was. It was so fitting, that nobody since has thought of fixing that sign. Or maybe they just didn't have the time.
But people live here. And die here. And fall in love here. But they can never leave here. Those who could.. have already gone... or don't want to.
These are the stories of some of these people. And their polluted lives. In Poison Bay.

Don't mind the smell. You'll get used to it. It's just the stench of refuse and desperation.