The Warrens shitter!

Have you ever lived in a crawlspace under an ancient city corrupted by wealth and greed, using a communal shitter shared by seven other people? You know, I haven’t either, but if you’re curious about what that would look like, head to The Warrens, an absolute trash heap in Markarth. It is one of many disgraces of this city. The entrance is right next to the place where they drown thieves, so you can’t miss it.

The wikia article states the following: ‘There is absolutely nothing of value in the main hallway, with the exception of some firewood near the central fire.’ BEG PARDON? Is no one going to acknowledge the brave, solitary, wooden hero that deserves all the commendations and medals ever made, and the only thing here that’s keeping this shit together?

These Rieklings worship an effigy of a horse-drawn cart created with items they’ve scavenged from around Solstheim, complete with pile of horse droppings made of coal.

Soul Train shitter!

“This particular shitter is from Nehrim: At Fate’s Edge, a full conversion mod for Oblivion, and a great game. This really nice shitter actually gets its own little private room. It’s located aboard the Soul Train, which transports the dead to the afterlife. I suppose this means even ghosts need to go from time to time.”

A fantastic submission from Bucket Brigadier ask-plasma! Incredibly, this is the first and only Oblivion shitter on this blog. Some intense philosophical questions bouncing around upstairs for me on this one.

  • Is the Soul Train equipped with waitstaff, or must the passenger empty their own pisspot?
  • Was the Soul Train originally a civilian train for mortals? I mean, did they purchase this cable car second-hand from an auction, and that’s why there’s a shitter here? Or is this out of ghost-nostalgia?
  • For why is the chamber pot shaped in this manner?

These questions keep me up at night!

I see it, you see it. We all see the sly cartoon dick some developer snuck into Gallows Rock.

Phillipi Battlefield Cemetery shitter!

Back before the bombs fell, people in Appalachia liked to reminisce about the Civil War a lot. There are a fair few monuments on the map dedicated to this purpose. One such landmark, Phillipi Battlefield Cemetery, has a gift shop in a rickety old house. If the infestation of mutated bugs doesn’t exactly bother you, there’s a bunch of dress-up clothes that you can rifle through and steal. In the parking lot you’ll find these shitters that double as planter boxes for majestic Freedom Corn! Wow!