A massive pile of rubble and garbage, stacked haphazardly higher than the tallest building in Central City. This, while not the origin of all Crazies, seems to be an important location to them- as evidenced by the monument to chaos they've constructed on these apparently hallowed grounds. Within the gargantuan dome of debris you can find grossness of all varieties; Frankenstiens, the leftover bits and pieces of bodies, given life again, roam the passageways; frequent collapses due to the sheer size and structure of the place makes traversing dangerous to any and all. Twitchers crawl the ceilings, Hunters patrol the depths, Crazies meander through the halls, Abominations wait by the front doors; and in the middle of it all, a vat of sickeningly thick orange goop hangs from the ceiling, a ring constructed around the top where a constant stream of bodies are carried and dumped into the sludge. The bottom of the vat is covered with slimy, membrane-like sacs, each encasing an individual Crazy currently undergoing metamorphosis. Some become Flyers, some Abominations, some Twitchers. This place is bad news, but what's to be done about it? It was destroyed once, but the superweapon capable of that destruction is long gone and it's maker vanished. Now it looms once more in the distance, a constant threat hanging over everyone's head.