Editing Breaker 666 (section)

== The 51st State of America. ==
(This section needs to be condensed a lot)

Maybe place it in "The 51st State"? A made up state that "borders" 
a bunch of midwestern states thar you can only get to if someone shows you the way? 
That way we can get people in towns who see nothing wrong with truckers with flaming 
skulls who come into a diner and order a cold coffee

Not sure who said it, but I recall someone taking about people riding the roads in "the 51st state of America" bordering many of the Midwestern States.

I really like the idea of there being a place you can get to just by driving, but can't find on any maps. It could be a good place to have the highest concentration or weird stuff. If you know the right roads to take, you could go from Nevada to Kansas in only a couple hours.

Why don't we combine the "51st state" and "Hell intersected with this world" ideas into one, but the 51st state somehow borders the entire south and the midwest and is where the largest concentration of weird shit happens. This could also explain why the 51st state is so full of commuters and truckers. Knowing the roads of the 51st state is invaluable to the freight industry and you can make a killing moving things across the states at breakneck speed. Problem is, there's enough weird and dangerous shit in the 51st state that you just might not make it out alive.

It could be a portion of hell that has become overlayed with the real world that you can only get to 
if you know how. Once there, get on State Road 666 and you can get from Georgia to Oklahoma in a few hours if you play your cards right.

It totally could have. Maybe normies know about it, but don't want to go because it's 2spooky or, they just don't have much of a need for it. You could have the odd group of normies trying to make a road trip down SR 666, but it would be extremely rare and any time somebody came up with the idea and pitched it to their friends they'd say, "I've seen enough horror movies to know that's a bad idea, Lenny."

Would the 51st look at all different? Or would you not be able to tell you were in it unless you tried finding yourself on a map. People could easily get lost if they don't even know where the 51st begins or ends.

That's a good idea. The 51st state isn't immediately recognizable aside from being a tad spookier than normal, but lucky for people who accidentally find their way there, if they ask where they are at a local diner the locals will tell them to turn back and gtfo if they know what's good for them. Unlucky for them, finding your way back out is an extra challenge in and of itself.

I love it. 

A consequence of this is you get feeder roads and towns with part of their population made up of would be roadtrippers or joy riders who gave up trying to leave and just settled down.

On the flip side, you get bands of nomadic station wagons raiders made up of torn JC Penny buttonups and mom jeans raiding roadblocking, and capturing and torturing people for "directions."

Maybe since it's a bit of Hell literally on Earth, it's only possible to accidentally wind up in the 51st state if you have some kind of sin in your heart. Kind of like Silent Hill. The pure hearted can only find Route 666 if they really want to.
Like maybe some people are drawn to the 51st state from the outside by some inner calling. It could be the wickedness in their heart or it could be some sort of massive guilt that they subconsciously feel they should be punished for.

On another note, what about people physically born in the 51st state? Should they just be somewhat normal for the most part but in a very abnormal place or are 51st natives inherently affected by the landscape upon birth? Or is it just impossible to give birth to anything but stillborn children in the 51st state?

Only sommun with a dark spot in'er heart find their way to tha 51st. An I ain't talkin about 'lied ta daddy bout the boyfriend' or 'cheated on yer taxes'. I'm talkin dark. Tha unrepentant pee-do-file, tha wife beater, the adulterer, a man with blood on 'is hands who craves more. Dun'nut matta how small, ya got ah dark spot an ya ride the 666, ya might jus fin yaself in tha 51st.

An I bet thas how ya got here. I ain't gonna ask what's ya spot, but we all know ya got one.

They say tha only way out is to clean up. Fix yaself, repent, walk straight, wipe away tha spot. But I don know anyone who's made it out. People disappear though, thas fa sure...

Speakin of which, tha first piece of advice I'll give ya is this: if'n you eva hear a hog rumblin, a head rattlin growl tha howls across the desert, squeezes ya soul, makes ya grind ya teeth, makes ya wanna jump outta ya skin... ya hide, an ya hide well. No one who meets Big P is seen again. They say he ain't even human, an angel, maybe, a demon, who knows. But when he rides on sommun, all we hear is screams.

So keep ya head low and out of the way an ya might last.

Perhaps that's the thing: all roads lead somewhere in the 51st state. They all contect, cross or merge with other roads. The exception, is Deadend. And from what I'm told, once you start heading down it there isn't much room to turn around.

The Dead-end
I could see making Deadend a semi mythical place. Somewhere the Revs are trying to get to, where the pot of gold is, etc.
>We run all night an' run like hell, we jus' may meet up again at Deadend.
>Keep chasing that dream, old son, you'll find the cash out at Deadend.

'''OP POST'''
Devilier. Pronounced Deh-VIL-yay, en Francais-style.

This is the Unrecognized State, legally the 51st. But the land that made it was incorporated into the Union directly after the Louisiana Purchase. It exists both in and out of reality. Any nook and cranny backroad in the United States could land you here in your great-grandfather's time, but thanks to Eisenhower there is now absolutely only one road in: Route 666. There are laws here, but no governors, no taxmen, and only limited law enforcement. You see, this place was…gifted, let's say, to the United States as a way to cross the massive continent it had purchased. Old, old, OLD laws had stated that whoever could cross the land could take possession of it. During Meriwether Lewis and William Clark's great journey west, a second group of explorers was directed to build plans for a Great Western Road.
Very few people even knew about the existence of the Road, and it was considered a military and political secret until well into the Seventies and Eighties. However, there have been people who used the land, most notably the old rail barons, who saw an opportunity to slam rails down on territory they wouldn't have to negotiate treaty for. But they made a bad deal with a REALLY bad contractor. The Devilier Railroad was, in a word, Scratched. It still operates, but in a very different capacity. After World War Two, the existence of the Road, and Devilier itself, became a state secret. Luckily, it couldn't really be surveillance, its peculiar geography preventing such, but it was considered paramount to build a /functional/ road across the state, that could theoretically connect to the official road network. Eisenhower approved the notion and thus Route 666 (official itemization: The Devilier Corridor) was created. The process was very complicated and involved a HELL of a lot of legal wrangling with certain very unsavory elements. 

When finally the Free Information Act passed through Congress, the existence of the Road was open to anyone willing to look. Shipping companies and businesses used the road to move "black" cargo, i.e. proprietary goods and such, across the country. 

>From a Dept. of Interior report, dated 1988. Twenty years pre-Event.

=== Technology ===
Modern technology such as GPS, mobile phones and the Internet have not been invented (yet?).
Communication is done primarily through CB Radio and word-of-mouth.

=== The People ===
{{Topquote|Racin' cycles are for nannies to most folk's mind, but they're not unheard of. But if you're a real Rider of the Road, you've got something with weight to go with the muscle. Big ol' choppers, roving bands of muscle car maniacs, anything built to ride hard and ride LOUD.|Anonymous}}

"It's at times like this that I turn to The Good Book. Genesis Five Oh."<br>>opens a bible shaped case and draws out a Taurus .50 cal

The most common type of person you’ll find out there are the Truckers. The fellas who drive the big rigs cross-country.

Most biker-gangs use Choppers and Touring Bikes because they spend all day on them.
Dirt and Racing bikes aren’t designed for short distance. Would be fine for bikers who are in a regular gang.

=== Trade ===
>Weigh stations measure both net weight and net souls.<br>>souls are a recognized and legal cargo for sale and transport. But only if they've been inspected, stamped, measured and all the proper paperwork has been filled and filed.<br>>as such black market trade of. Unmarked souls is a good choice for "not quite on the level" cargo for a quick and dangerous profit.

=== The Law ===
In the old world, they were governed by the law of man. It led to destruction, decadence, and degeneracy. And so God punished the wicked, and set fire to the world we know today. 

Man's law is no more. We serve the highest law: God's Law. And we are his judge, his jury, and his executioner. May we lead the wayward back to righteousness, defend the suffering, and punish the sinner.

For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?