ninjadanslarbretabar said:
^thats not what i meant by "a rabbit hole"
Cat: I'd eat you, but I'm too small.
My ultimate druggie house would extend far into the earth. At the secret, bottom-most level, I would have fully operational laboratories staffed with chemists to synthesize acid, E, and any other synthetics stuff I might need. Next to that would be the botany department where all my weed and shrooms would be grown. A good distance above that would be my vault 'o' goodies, my recording studio where I'd have all my instruments and a few walls of death, and a labyrinth filled with unspeakable horrors where I could throw my enemies or go myself if I wanted to kill shit in a coke-fueled rage. The first floor of the house would be entirely devoted to partying, with large, well-ventilated areas for raves, concerts, or just general mayhem, smaller rooms filled with fuzzy stuff, stripper poles, mirrors, whatever. Open any door and you'd find some sort of fun or just somewhere to chill. The walls would be lined with vending machines with everything from glowsticks to cigarettes to drinks to condoms, all reasonably priced unlike most sadistic vendors and equipped with big visible buttons for the trashed masses. The bathrooms would be huge, exquisite, and contain stockpiles of pipes, needles, and any other assorted necessities. Kitchens would be open to sell an array of foods ranging from the exotic to Taco Bell. There would also be a nurse's office, a courtyard for the smokers, a bevy of fountains to drink from or dance in, and touch-screen maps. Upon entering, everyone would be given a bracelet with a small chip in it, allowing the maps to tell them where they are in the house and how to get anywhere they might need to go. Above the whole first-floor area would be my own quarters, which would have everything I'd need. The whole place would be built to resemble a medieval castle, but fortified and equipped with sold enough defenses to resist even the most fascist of SWAT teams or small military forces. It would be located in a remote area in forested mountains, surrounded by large electrified fences, and the grounds would be filled with all manner of wild beasts. Massive shuttles would be available to transport people from the place to the parking garage, which would be well outside the whole cobra-wielding-bear filled area. Isolated from the outside world, filled with all amenities necessary, and ready to party 24/7, the Den of Indiscretion would be cool as hell.