Steel City

Homegrown buds hailing from this mountainous oasis believe you haven’t really lived until you’ve survived the Sizzler, chugged an Iron City in victory on the deck of the Jammer, or risked it all with one swing at the Moneyball™ — a Penn pinker than Aunt Deb’s ham salad and capable of equal destruction. Nowhere else in the YFS universe can you crush an 8-run grand slam into a charging locomotive in an abandoned parking lot they call home. Galactics III’s first loser in their cardinal trip as a whole chapter have these dipshits shimmering like a cubic zirconia at a Zales Outlet. Oh and they’re nicer than you.