Three eyesore apartment blocks. One laundromat, ironically the filthiest establishment in town. A garage with an overworked mechanic. An underutilized library, with no books published after 1975.

Two greasy diners, on either edge of the dustbowl – rumour has it that the enmity between their respective proprietors dates back to Vietnam. The cop shop, with one grizzled, indolent sheriff and his over-eager, inquisitive black deputy.

Finally, the XtraStore, where the local kingpin launders his ill-gotten gains and keeps his ear to the ground.

Welcome to Exultation, South Dakota.

Solidarity, brothers & sisters…

About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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