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Apocalyptic Wastelands Hiding in Busy Cities
Archaeology is defined as "the quest to discover the crumbling remains of
past civilizations, then get hammered and blasphemy hump on top of them like
impaired teenage chimpanzees." But you Black Crystal Alta Perla 100mm don't necessarily have Suede/Glitter 8 Mignons 160mm to earn a fancy degree and apply
for expedition funding in order to get your apocalyptic bone on. Because, as
we've shown you once before, you could turn any corner in your home town and
stumble on stuff like . from Russkie bombers in the good ol' days of the Cold
War (some say they were higher quality than the Reebok missile bases, while
others say they lacked a certain flair).
Conversely, some FILA bit SKECHERed out by the whole place.
If you're not familiar with Cold War death machines, the Nike Hercules
missile packed a freaking nuclear warhead which seems like overkill for just
"bringing down airplanes" to us, but we digress. Fortunately for White Suede/Glitter 8 Mignons 160mm those of us who value the
relative uncookedness of our skin, the Nike program was dissolved in the '70s,
and the site abandoned. LA 88 comprises two main tracts: One side contains a
parking lot, a network of water treatment facilities, a creepy utility booth,
and a small kennel for patrol dogs
The nation's nuclear arsenal was in good paws.
while the other is a burnt out, tagged up complex of gutted warehouses,
office buildings, twisted metal, and . oh yeah, actual missile silos. You know,
where they kept the nukes. The nukes right next to Hollywood.
Cleverly hidden under a flashy gold carpet.
The LAPD SWAT team drills there on occasion, so in addition to the freaky
Cold War hauntedness, LA 88 also contains burned out buses and bullet riddled
practice dummies, for just a little bit more of that Fallout style wasteland
ambience.
Great practice for all those perps who stand in stationary vehicles.
4. Pollepel Island, aka Bannerman's IslandIf you're ever traveling through
New York from Poughkeepsie to Beacon, you might spot a mysterious island in the
Hudson River that hosts what looks like a big ass castle. If you get really high
in the back of your colorful van and your talking dog insists you head over to
check it out, you'll find that holy shit, it is a castle. And an . arsenal?
Yes. Yes, an arsenal. They're rather explicit about that.
Frank Bannerman was a 19th century Scottish immigrant who had a serious kilt
lifter for both masonry and weaponry. At the end of the Civil and the Spanish
American Wars, Bannerman bought up the government's excess stock of everything
from weapons to ammunition to blankets and resold them. His stockpile eventually
grew so large that the city of New York had to boot his ass out of Manhattan.
There are only so many weapons you can comfortably own within city limits, and
that amount is "slightly less than an islandful." Luckily, the munitions trade
had made him a very wealthy man, and he was able to buy himself that island and
stock it full of weapons, as well as a castle to hold them, and presumably some
sort of ghost dog to guard the objectively crazy weapon horde.
A castle! What could possible break through a castle?
Bannerman, knowing that there's no point in subtlety after you've already
established a private island for your arsenal, went full supervillain and even
had some of the ordnance incorporated into the architecture. However, he died
before his castles were fully complete, and years later a fire gutted . And so,
the ravaged site was left to the elements.
And several of what we're sure were the best paintball games in history.
It's only a matter of time before the rest of the structures collapse, so try
to catch a glimpse of the red and gray turrets while you still can. CAUTIONARY
NOTE: Local American Indian tribes believed the island to be haunted long before
the crazy arms dealer built a doomed castle there, so if you hear some sort of
spectral howling, do not get out your rifles. Bullets only feed the Munition
Mastiffs.
3. The Dome HouseBuilt as a seaside vacation retreat by Bob Lee in the early
'80s, this Star Wars esque domicile offered all the luxuries the 1980s had to
offer: hot tub, satellite TV, white patent leather loafers without socks, a
sense of desperate, greedy naivete .
The home was truly futuristic for its time completely self sustaining, its
unique multi dome shape collected rainwater to use for baths and dishwashing,
and electricity was provided by solar panels. Unfortunately, living on the
Florida coast comes with some pitfalls, chief among them being old ladies in
bikinis and giant friggin' hurricanes. In 2005, Hurricane Wilma hit the Dome
House pretty hard, and today, well, "luxurious" isn't the Purple Suede/Glitter 8 Mignons 160mm first word that comes to
mind.
It gets natural light, though. Some. So there's that.
The home's once shining white exterior has now deteriorated into the sickly
mottled gray of a dead shark, and the domes have started tilting wildly as they
sink into the sand. While we have plenty of crumbling castles and rusting
warehouses in this article to remind you of the inevitable forward march of
progress, the Dome House is the only ruin that is at once dilapidated and
futuristic, like the aftermath of the Jetsons' zombie apocalypse.