well engineered gentlemen.

the yard has the resources, in its people, to create its own elite private society. i say we pool funds, buy an area in the woods, develop on our own, and fence out the world.

imagine cabins built from logs felled with our dog faters, battle rats, and battle mistresses. sheathes skinned with our howling rats, keepers, and wardens. zombies forced to buy us beer by their lack of challenge coins.