Posted on December 19, 2025
Lizzie’s Bar shitters!
Holaaaaaaaaaaaa Brigade! These shitters caught my eye on my way to visit Judy Álvarez, my number one input/output who has a workshop at Lizzie’s Bar. This establishment’s proprietress, Elizabeth “Lizzie” Borden, was a pimp who ran afoul of the Tyger Claws. Predictably, this caused her “Alive” passive trait to become deprecated. Not preem. Getting ended by the Tyger Claws is close to dying from athlete’s foot so that’s embarrassing. You can actually get a pink handgun named after Lizzie that, unlike Lizzie herself, seems to be BIS for tech pistols. It’s whatever. She was a melee boss but yeah okay a tech pistol named Lizzie. Anyway right as I was documenting this landmark, I got this text from Jackie Welles. I have a feeling if I ever got a text from that cráneo hueco I’d probably just swipe the preview off my screen and remember it again right before falling asleep. I’m not huge on chroming Jackie Welles. I don’t have bad feelings toward him necessarily, but let’s just say, when he died, I didn’t care. Plus his girlfiend is so weird, her mop helmet is hidge, and that Gibson on which she bases her entire personality conveniently dipped before Jackie fell from a hotel window while being shot.