Dewsbury. A happy little town with only few ***** (because you can’t get behind the McDonalds), where normal people hail. However, it has a village. A sick, twisted little brother if you will. The little town of Chickenly.

Chickenly was once a peaceful farming hamlet, where children played and fed the horses. However, the evil Kirklees Empire took control of this peaceful hamlet, and built a big council estate all over it. The farms were long forgotten, and Chickenly is now one big council estate.

There is no escape from it. Chickenly, now a village, is all council estate, and all of the farms now simply surround it, the beautiful views of the remaining farmland wasted on the freeloading estaters, as usual.

Chickenly is as bad as it gets. The minute you drive in, there are gangs of 5-year-olds, playing football in the middle of the road, pissing on the street and giving you dirty looks, each with over 20 siblings, and the customary ‘gobby’ council estate **** Mum, too lazy to work, so claims off the council while she stays at home breeding.

There are the other usual things, wild rotweiler dogs freely roaming the streets. The dog problem is terrible. A Dewsbury newspaper once told a story of a cat literally ripped in two by two greyhounds.

Strangley enough, the ***** don’t go anywhere near the park. Instead, they terrorize the old people and bus stops. There are nothing but ***** here. Walking the streets alone at night would guarantee you would get attacked.

There are syringes on every back alley, alcohol bottles all over the place. The local pubs are full of ***** who are completely obviously nowhere near 18 years old.

You have the usual gangs of teenage *****, and their 5-year-old little minions, who spit at you and swear at you, and if you say the slightest thing back or even look at them, they tell their ‘protectors’ to ‘deck you in’.

However, all this is nothing compared to the very bottom of the giant council estate. Right at the bottom are the dreaded TIN HOUSES! The cheapest of the cheap, where fat **** mums sit out front in their bikinis, a *** in one hand, a alcohol bottle in the other, and the skinny little **** husband, wearing an England top from donkey ages.

The ***** who live in the tin houses are twice as bad as the ones who originate from the red bricks. They are, in some way, at war with each other. Scruffy, unkept young children running around pantsless in the streets. There is **** all over the place, not just of dog, but of human.

None of the people in Chickenly, except the senior citizens who simply get terrorized, would do anything for the country. They wouldn’t put a penny towards it. Except, they sit on their fat arses crashing into each other and getting rich from whiplash claims, and benefit fraud.

In Chickenly, the ***** aren’t civilized whatsoever. It is like going back to Prehistoric Times in the **** World. You’ll see no fake Burberry or Fred Perry here, this is the real deal. Caps off, skinheads showing, usually topless (both ***** and *********), shagging in peoples’ gardens. Any ***** from the outside world coming to Chickenly would be considered snobbish ********, who can afford fake gold and Vauxhall Novas, and even the ‘proper baaaad spoiler on’t back’.

Driving into Chickenly will get you funny looks from every direction. If you are Asian, do not go into Chickenly, you’ll get eaten. Don’t touch the slide in the park, it will be covered in **** ***. In fact, don’t go near Chickenly. Drop a bomb on it, and hope that all the ***** are executed.