Post by Feliciano Vargas on Feb 6, 2011 23:16:47 GMT -8
Though more of a large ranch taken over by a mob of dog breeders of Irish decent, it can be considered a town by these post-War standards. Anything with a small shop and more than 3 people can be considered a town, really, but with an entire clan having gutted and remodeled this giant plantation estate... yes, it is a town.
The main 'export' of course are the prized hunting and companion dogs that are bread by the family; large Irish Wolfhounds, that were freakishly large even before radiation. The family is relieved that it didn't mutate them into giant horse sized dogs when they brought them to the surface. An occasional traveler will stop by to get pups directly from the source, but mostly there are a few of the family who take a litter or two out with them to travel and sell them along the way like that. The dogs are well trained and good hunters, which makes them perfect pets in this crazy world with cockroaches and scorpions the size of the long since dead Golden Retriever your father just barely remembers.
The main sellers are a set of twins, both vibrant haired like the personal dogs they tot to hunt and keep the pack for selling in line.
The lesser known export was actually started by one of the older uncles of the clan. The soil was good enough and he had a small planter down in the vault where he grew tobacco for his own personal cigarettes. Soon enough an entire section of the field was his and some of the boys helped plant and gather the drug, getting addicted to the nicotine and such themselves along the way.
The main 'export' of course are the prized hunting and companion dogs that are bread by the family; large Irish Wolfhounds, that were freakishly large even before radiation. The family is relieved that it didn't mutate them into giant horse sized dogs when they brought them to the surface. An occasional traveler will stop by to get pups directly from the source, but mostly there are a few of the family who take a litter or two out with them to travel and sell them along the way like that. The dogs are well trained and good hunters, which makes them perfect pets in this crazy world with cockroaches and scorpions the size of the long since dead Golden Retriever your father just barely remembers.
The main sellers are a set of twins, both vibrant haired like the personal dogs they tot to hunt and keep the pack for selling in line.
The lesser known export was actually started by one of the older uncles of the clan. The soil was good enough and he had a small planter down in the vault where he grew tobacco for his own personal cigarettes. Soon enough an entire section of the field was his and some of the boys helped plant and gather the drug, getting addicted to the nicotine and such themselves along the way.