Years ago the Stalker Family Farm produced a little bit of everything, both legal and illegal, providing the good life to multiple generations on the sacred family plot. But they weren’t the tallest stalks on the farm, and they got taken by an unscrupulous local sheister who foreclosed on their land. For the last 50 years, Stalkers dead, alive, part-alive, a little dead (you get the picture) have fought to reclaim what is rightfully theirs.
Don’t let the brutal bootleggers catch you near their Secret Still or poking around the Greenhouse. Beware “The Outhouse” and avoid The Combine that now processes a completely different kind of organic matter. And ain’t nobody in this field take kindly to strangers (or friends, for that mtter), especially the angry old ladies on “Granny’s Porch”.
As you wind through the tall green you’ll be hit from all sides by free range haunters keen to graze on your pain. The slightest hint of fear hormones being released causes them to emerge in droves, and mow down anyone who stands in their way.