Well... here we are at the end of the line. From the lawless dens of the Acre to the wind-swept heights of the Tower, you have walked quite a path of destruction and creation today. It is peaceful here now. But if you listen closely... you might still hear the echoes. The raucous shouts of a saloon in the vice district... or the roar of that tornado tearing through the glass canyons.
Most cities try to hide their scars. Fort Worth tends to polish them up and put them on display. We took a district famous for sin and turned it into a cultural jewel. We took the wreckage of the Great Depression and the debris of a massive storm, and we used them as an excuse to remodel. That is the thing about this place. It does not just survive its storms... whether they are economic or atmospheric... it rebuilds them into something stronger.
Thanks for walking with me. I hope you found a story here worth keeping.
