Step right this way. We formally welcome you to Tartarus. Some of you are famous and most, not so much. For the crime of being who and what you are, you have come to this city - whether you like it or not - to live, if you can. Need further information on your stay? Check into the Gate. Well, you actually have to check into the Gate. So, get to it. They've actually got time to answer your questions.
At one point, a vibrant fishing cannery existed on the island. This was way before any god came to earth and it went under almost as soon as it opened. It's become small, cramped apartments since then for those living in the west district. Not everyone can live in the best places but, hey, it's not the north district.
Despite the name, don't be surprised if you don't want out of here a million euros richer. One, the local economy doesn't have that kind of cash and two, the god of money who runs the place isn't that charitable. Easy come, easy go.
So, the lesser god of Alcohol runs this joint. It's got a broken karaoke machine in the corner and remnants of a stage. The bar is obviously the most popular attraction and there's a few tables off to the side. Other than that, how can it be called a karaoke bar without karaoke?
Apparently you're looking for a date. Otherwise, you wouldn't meandering down the alleys of the west end. Women and men find themselves hanging around all looking for the pleasure of someone's company. So, you know, to each their own.
