I have mixed feelings about this place, because even though they have four structurally-sound shitters, their privacy curtains consist of heaps of garbage, and they have a real bummer of a name for their town. Honestly, I feel like I’m getting splinters just looking at those things, but I guess it’s nice that they shoveled out a path in the trash so I could get to the door.
In the twisted, shifting landscape of dystopian Appalachia, things are not always as they seem! These potty stalls face away from the main attraction at Abandoned Mineshaft 4. So, imagine how, just as you round the corner, your expectation, curiosity and childlike wonder would quick turn to horror, shock, dismay, and confusion - - because where? Are? The shitters?! Who has abducted them? What do they want? Are they truly just cruel thieves? Or did someone forget? Maybe, whoever was in charge of installation simply ran out of time.
“Top 10: Videogames Your Girlfriend Will Hate Watching You Play Because She’s Better At Them Than You And This Spectacle Is Just Getting Sad Just Clear The Level Brian It’s A Fucking Houdini Splicer It’s Not Hard Did You Even Listen To Atlas Telling You There Was More Ammo In The Pneumo Tube Literally to Your Immediate Left Oh My God Give Me The Controller Brian That’s Not Even The Right Way Out Of Arcadia And You Missed Like Three Audio Diaries Jesus” is probably a more accurate title if we’re being honest here.”
If you bust apart this port-a-potty, you get a special achievement called “Daily Routine”! To effectively complete this goal, I attached an automatic baseball pitching machine to my goat body.
