Poor City Planning
If you’re going to really make a go of this hell place, set up shop, maybe raise a family of corpses, you’re going to have to be ready to cope with some seriously lackluster ergonomics. The aforementioned tentacled walls notwithstanding, there is a serious housing concern that is plaguing the entire nation. Buildings are either shoddily constructed frameworks fashioned from nearby twigs and body parts, or elaborate stone fortresses that only the most affluent ghouls could ever hope to afford. There isn’t a middle class to speak of, you’re either at the top of the ladder, or being crushed underneath it, the bottom rung repeatedly smashed into your face until it’s a concave mess of goo.
Should you somehow manage to happen upon reasonable lodgings, you will quickly learn that your neighborhood is frequently chaotic and difficult to navigate. There is no easy commute to work, you’ll either have to brave the stairways made of skin, or take a quick dip through the murky ponds of unknown liquid. About the only solace is that when you’re inevitably late, you can make the snappy excuse to your boss that ‘traffic was murder’. You’ll have a good laugh together, before he sticks a jagged spear through your chest. Ugh, Mondays, am I right?
Someone should have a word with the people in charge about all of these logistical anomalies. It seems apparent that the corporate bigwigs behind the scenes have become complacent, lording over all with their goblets of tears atop a throne made of organs. Just be careful who you discuss this with: the walls have ears. And teeth. And probably a baby too, if you’re looking to fast track your family planning.
