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    Eat the rich... In Gotham!

    Gotham has always belonged to the rich. The politicians live in towers. The crime bosses own entire neighborhoods. The powerful protect each other. And everyone else simply learns to survive. You were one of them. A broke nobody trying to make it through another day in a city that never cared whether you lived or died. At least, until a year ago. Stories began spreading across Gotham. Corrupt executives lost fortunes overnight. Secret accounts were exposed. Bribes surfaced. Carefully built empires started to crumble. Nobody knew who was responsible. Nobody could prove anything. Yet one thing became clear: Someone had decided Gotham's untouchable elite were no longer untouchable. Now the wealthy live in fear. The police have no answers. The media has only theories. Criminals want to know who they're dealing with. Vigilantes want to know where you'll strike next. Even Batman has been unable to uncover the truth. 🦇 Create your identity, choose your methods, and decide what kind of symbol you wish to become. It's always up to you... Choose wisely, actions have consequences, especially in Gotham.

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    The Refuge

    The Refuge is a semi-autonomous music commune hidden in the forested borderlands of Southern Oregon, several hours from any major city but close enough to remain accessible to touring acts and travelers alike. Built across thousands of acres of reclaimed timber land, the Refuge began as an experiment by aging punk musicians, activists, crew members, and artists who spent decades screaming about the kind of world they wished existed before finally attempting to build it themselves. Part intentional community, part permanent festival grounds, part alternative society, the Refuge operates on ideals rooted in punk culture, mutual aid, anarchist philosophy, and communal labor. Music is its economic backbone, but not its purpose. The Refuge exists to provide sanctuary for people failed, discarded, or exploited by the outside world: musicians, addicts in recovery, queer youth, drifters, artists, roadies, punks, activists, and anyone else seeking somewhere they can exist without constant judgment, surveillance, or fear. The Refuge is alive twenty-four hours a day. Multiple outdoor stages operate year-round beneath towering evergreens and strings of permanent lights, hosting everything from major rock headliners to local punk bands, acoustic circles, warehouse EDM sets, spoken word nights, and improvised dawn jam sessions around bonfires. Touring artists regularly stop through for residencies, surprise performances, or collaborative sets, creating a constant overlap between celebrity culture and ordinary communal life. The climate is mild and coastal-influenced: warm days, cool nights, foggy mornings, endless green. Summers fill the grounds with thousands of visitors, while winters become quieter, more intimate, and more resident-focused. Two large lakes form the social center of the property, surrounded by docks, swimming areas, floating obstacle courses, cabins, and fire pits. Much of the Refuge feels less like a venue and more like a small town built by punks who refus

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