compound fracture meant a lot to me.
not only did i - an undiagnosed autistic, aromantic, transmasc socialist - grow up in an area very similar to twist creek, with a similar work culture. but also the cops hate my family.
basically someone in my family got roped into taking the blame for a major crime they didn't commit. and when the cops raided our house to arrest this member of my family, those pigs fucking stole from us. hundreds of dollars worth of shit, never recorded as being taken by the cops, at least, not on their end. and when our family bought attention to this (or, tried), we just succeeded in becoming a number 1 target for our local police force.
so yeah anyway. miles is me and i'm gonna recreate sheriff davies' death with my own local police chief. (as a joke in minecraft, of course).