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Here you will find the form you are required to fill out to join Sidewalk - remember to read the rules beforehand, though. Fill out an application and wait for acceptance. Keep in mind that staff have no control of who gets ranks within packs - or if your character is accepted into a pack. Thank-you.

This is the board to keep track of your characters and their information, you can place anything you'd like here about your character(s). It is not mandatory of you, but it is preferred.

Here, you may fill out a breeding form and wait for the Stork to deliver your litter. Be forewarned, not every puppy is healthy and some may very well not survive.

In renovation is one of the newest features of Uptown Sidewalk – the Reynolds’ museum. While open to the public, it really is a way for the haughty family to flaunt their ancient prizes, mostly fossils. Now it is closed and hazardous, especially for strays. It’s best not to hang around here – construction workers are everywhere, fixing it quickly and hurriedly. In their haste, they neglected to keep safety rules enforced, making it very unsafe if you don't know it well…
Uptown Regime Head-Quarters

This particularly area, although called Main Street - is actually a block or so that is constantly bustling with activity and usually overrun by humans unless it's late at night. Dogs have been known to seek this place out for a meal, but it's not an easy task; these upper-class Americans clearly never learned to share. Watch out for rush hour, because these cars don't wait for anyone.

Litter is strewn across the abandoned carnival grounds, a once-popular attraction in the city is now nothing more than a desolate wasteland. The attractions are boarded up and wasting away, but that doesn't stop the dogs from slipping through the breaks in the chain-link fence surrounding it.

Not exactly the most pleasant smelling place, but it's frequented by humans and dog-alike; it's one of the few means of transportation in the city aside from cars, or the Greyhound bus. It'd be in your best interest to be careful, and not to linger on the tracks - trains still shoot through these darkened, dreary tunnels at remarkable and lethal speeds.
Uptown Regime Turf

Once a jailhouse for the strays of Sidewalk, the Pound now stands abandoned, and in less than perfect condition. A run-down waiting room gives the space a false air of hospitality, but once you pass through the door on the far side of the room, you enter a place that few dogs have returned from alive. Rows of dilapidated cages reside within the building, some containing sparse bedding, and others having only the faint smell of urine or death. At the very end of the pen-lined hallway rests a white room, where hundreds of euthanasia's were performed. There is a door to the outside dog runs on the other side of this room –there you can find battered dog houses and perhaps company of other canines who are brave enough, or stupid enough, to risk spending a night in the haunted place for a good-night’s sleep.

The name is perfectly befitting of this five by five mile stretch of woods located on the outer limits of the city – why? Because, it doesn’t quite fit in with the hustle-and-bustle of city life in the least, yet it’s become a favorite of the stray dogs. During the day, it appears to be a relatively charming place. But when dusk hits, everything seems to twist into a nightmarish hell. Shadows thrown by the moon’s glow seem to dance about, laughing fiendishly at you. The gnarled branches of the trees seem to reach down to grasp individuals and tear at their faces. Unexplainable noises float through the darkness. At the heart of the woods, there’s a creek – try not to fall in and drown, because no one will likely hear your screams.
South-Side Guerrillas Turf

This is one of the most rural, reserved and more dangerous parts of the city – it’s located off to the farthest western corner of the city limits. Around the entrance to the mineshaft is tattered yellow tape, what little remains of the crime scene tape that once barred the entrance. To venture past the tape and into the dark abyss of the mineshaft means one of two things; adventure, or death. The latter seems to be the more common of the two. Go ahead, go on through; just hope that lady luck’s on your side today.

The old asylum has been boarded up and closed down now that they've built a new one in the upper-class neighborhood; although it is rumored that the real reason behind the move was that the building itself was haunted. It wasn't the most high-class of places when it was still up and running, as the doctors were suspected of foul play. You know, the usual, overdosing patients and a bit too much electroshock therapy if you catch my drift. They say if you're really quiet, you can still hear the screams.
South-Side Guerrillas Head-Quarters

Contrary to it's upbeat name, this place is as bad as it gets. A run-down and depressing ghetto - it was built under good enough intentions; giving the less unfortunate in the city hope. But things never quite go according to plan, now do they? It's your typical "bad neighborhood" - just, you know, worse. Overrun by ruffians and mischievous dogs, it's one of the more dangerous places in the city to be. Watch your step.

Three levels - one elevated into the air, one on ground level, and the final is underground. It seems normal enough. Except something seems to be out of place, and rather peculiar about the lowest level of the parking garage. It seems to be the head-quarters for an illegal dog fighting ring. You have to wonder if it's still active, and if it is - what it could mean for the dogs of the city.

A large, chaotic-looking junkyard riddled with old cars and things of the like is home to numerous dogs; some possessing a far darker nature than others. The rundown cars and other pieces of machinery give the perfect amount of shelter and bedding. It’s advised that you watch your back here, it’s rumored that Guerrillas frequently patrol this area – as well as some teenagers, most of them looking to cause some trouble. The dilapidated buildings and cars of the Junkyard create a maze, so keep track of where you’re going; and don’t get lost.
South-Side Guerrillas Turf