Panama City- Dagon's Toilet.
What once was the greatest place to come, get drunk and party has fallen. Hard. Off balconies and onto it's head. All the businesses have been scooped out it's middle and have been fleeing into the sea. The town's mall is folding in on itself like wet cardboard, and the people in charge think slapping a coat of paint on it will make the town "family friendly" hoping to pretend it's Destin, instead of accepting the glory it once was.
Hell, even the gods have stopped trying to wipe us off the map, as there hasn't even been a good hurricane in years. The deep ones have been trying, Dagon bless their gills, but I don't think they've got the numbers anymore. Used to party-goers could go missing and nobody cared, but now there's just not enough tourism to keep it up. It's just like retired people, and who wants to convert old people?
I dunno anymore. Maybe it's time to move to somewhere where the fragile tears in reality actually matter, and the dark chaos gods still gave a damn. Wonder if Detroit is hiring...