Ever wondered what happen's to the Detectives and investigators that solve there case, the Spree Killers that walk away from a mass of guts and blood, the doctors and bus drivers that have escaped victorious after lynching that last scum. Where does that lonely guy walk off to after burning down the town that never had a chance? The war veterans, damaged and changed by the murder's they saw. And them guys, that never really did anything, and still don't.
They get old, and no one wants them anymore.
Well everyone apart from me. They come here, to my retirement home. Where they can live in peace sat in their armchairs, sucking on there Weather Originals and talkin bout the good ol'days, all this used to be feilds you know?
But. I still see something inside them, they all crave it. They want to relive there past, back in there youth and prime, just that once more chance for one last time.
So, I give them the mean's to do so. One last time, in this retirement home. One last stand, leaning on your walking sicks and slobbering in your wheelchairs.