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Pensburg is a Southern yet urban city, mostly known for its colorful past drenched in racism and fear. The police there wear black uniforms and considering the rough and rugged roller coaster they encounter on a daily basis it is for the best. Their local paper, the Pensburg Formentor, is a front to back ass wipe loaded with crime, injustice, and bigotry. At least the weather is wonderful there.

The most popular area in Pensburg is a rundown zone known as The System. Most businesses in the System gain their names from parts of the galaxy. It used to be a really nice place ages ago, but over the years high crime and poor upkeep have taken their toll. On the upside, the area is up for a major remodel and clean up. There are several points of interest: a divey-yet-delicious diner called Mercury’s Hot Mess Hall, an out-of-this-world shopping experience called Rings-off Saturn Pawn & Gun, and a very public (or pubic) hospital known as Galaxy Heath, just to name a few. However, the most frequented by far establishments in the System are Venus on Vacation Motel and Uranus on Fire Gebtlemen's Club. 

Pensburg, or mainly Pluto’s Pharmacy in The System, is also well-known for starting the famous We Love You Too, Pluto craze, adorning T-shirts and other merchandise everywhere. Both DiscardcardCredit and EspecialExpress Credit started there, but not many places take them as a form of payment. Tarcmart, a direct competitor for the more popular retailer Roach's Mart, was founded there as well. Tres Cher, a ridiculously expensive restaurant, is on the System outskirts. So is the tasty, hard-hitting Coochie Coladas brewery.

The major league sports teams in Pensburg are baseball’s illustrious Pensburg Stripes, the so-so Pensburg Inkers in basketball, the drama-filled Pensburg Blots football, and the always funny Pensburg Stains soccer. Pensburg has no hockey team, but they do show a slight interest in acquiring one.

Overall, the social climate in Pensburg is like a vanilla ice cream cone dropped on the freshly mopped floor. As long as it lands on its brown, sturdy, sugary cone instead of the creamy, milky, cold goodness, one still might snatch it up and devour it—if no one is looking.