Sweet ol' Mississippi. Home of music, pretty lights, and more notably: prohibition. Constant gang wars over alcohol, underground speakeasies that people gossip about, the entire shabang! But you didn't care much about any of that stuff.

Sure, you "borrowed" a few bottles of alcohol here and there, but you were more into experimenting. Coming up with different mixtures of alcohol for yourself was much more fun than what else was going on.

But of course, you needed to restock because you would run out rather quickly. You grab your shovel and sneak out to the nearest graveyard.