Besides the vast tracts of wilderness surrounding the small coastal city (most call it a town) I live in and all that entails, there is of course the everpresent assemblage of minions, street urchins, and other idjit's just waiting to have their fears placated by receiving orders from a task master such as myself, or by way of cooperative-minded conversation...Maybe what I'm trying to say is that all those neat objects you'd like to think of as available are not going to come easily considering everybody else has their eyes on them as well. And that's assuming that either laws dissappear altogether or nobody is intent on upholding them. Both unlikely, in fact highly improbable. But it is nice every now and then to fantasize about inheriting the kingdom of the disinherited.