Once a fairly profitable farm, the Old Queen Farm is now a deteriorated old shack surrounded by uninhabitable fields with soil incapable of growing even weeds. The farm house shows signs that is being occupied by wild animals, and the roof is beginning to cave inwards.
Old Queen Farm, Wasteland
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I live near the docks on the edge of the city.  I steal food from cargo boxes that are loaded into ships at night.  Sometimes rats from strange lands come off ships that come to the dock.
It is I, a rat from a strange land recently arrived by ship.  I hereby claim this land in the name of the rat king! ...rat king? really now? Yes, the noble Rat King will one day rule the world.  This is his first colony from across the sea.  I shall name it New Ratland. Seems a little silly to assume a single rat could take over the land. Well who would oppose the will of the Rat King? I dunno, maybe all the wild life. And all the humans? I SAY AGAIN, THIS LAND IS NOW UNDER THE DOMAIN OF THE RAT KING.  ANYONE WHO OPPOSES THIS SHALL MAKE THEIR WILL KNOWN. . . . doesn't seem as if anyone cares to oppose me? Maybe you just are not imposing enough for anyone around this farm to care? Well, then We shall colonize slowly, until we are unstoppable. Whatever makes you happy I guess, I don't see you lasting long.  And I promise to eat you last.  I must return to the ship's hold and notify the rat horde that this land is ripe for conquest. That threat is just rich, you do know who my natural prey is? 