Blister City

The folks who ruined Mars have names and addresses. You have a crowbar, and a dream. Make them pay. We named our cities after the virtues we expected them to display; Ambition, Charity, Justice; what a fucking joke. All that remains now is Ambition, a blighted hellscape surrounded by death, an imperfect blemish on the flat and barren face of Mars. We wish we had never been born here, we all wish w…