The court of public opinion is going to lay a million-dollar book deal on Casey Anthony, and a Made-for-TV movie deal, and a "reality" show on the Food Channel ("101 Meals You'll Never Have to Serve To Your Annoying Child Because You Killed It")...
[S]omeone working in a café spotted a man acting a bit suspiciously on the street.
He appeared to have a small plastic box in his hand and after fiddling with the container he bent down and hid it under a flower box standing on the pavement. He then walked off, talking to somebody on his phone.
Karen Brittain, whose café door is just a few feet from where the container was left on 1 July, was alarmed by the man's behaviour and called the police, who then sealed off the area...
You work your way through a depressing part of town, which could be Detroit, trying to kill people, grin evilly, and grab money by breaking things. Your negative karma builds up, letting you advance by levels until Hell itself is accessible.
Naturally there's a mechanism for spending real-world money to boost your infernally-oriented powers.
Decommissioned atomic energy plants offer a powerful Gothic impression. Marble Hill is a good example, with its decayed walls and mighty presence.
Pigeons roosted near the ceiling of the remaining containment dome, an empty temple, its altar dismantled.
Like something from one of the former Biosphere sites, the endless batteries of cooling towers were dingey, deteriorating, damaged by the elements, but gloriously accessible: in each cooling battery, a simple catwalk traversed an array of plastic vanes and half-assembled convection fans the length of four football fields.