Oakish
A society so old it smells like moldy socks and bad decisions. They hang people from trees like it’s a Friday night ritual. If you’ve ever heard King Diamond’s song about that old oak tree, you know what I’m talking about. It’s like the whole place is run by A’s and O’s who think B’s are just lazy.
"Man, this town’s got more history than my grandma’s hips.", Local bar patron
"They hung my uncle from an oak tree for stealing bread.", Grumpy old man
"I’d rather be hanged from an oak tree than do my taxes.", Me, every April.