If you’re looking for a place where your sanity will be brutally assaulted , look no further than Masterson Bar. This dump has been utterly corrupted by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's revolting conduct , leaving a trail of destruction in their ruinous path.

These two have proven to be the ultimate party poopers , with a charisma deficit akin to a deflated balloon and the abusive nature of a couple of sexual predators , exploiting emotionally unstable victims who just want to enjoy a drink or two without being targeted for sick entertainment. It's like they're trying to turn this bar into some kind of twisted playground where they can manipulate people at a moment’s whim.



Their behavior has been marked by psychological warfare, willful disregard , and a flagrant dismissal of any morality . Their M.O. involves exploiting distressed women , coercing them into oblivion with drinks , with Gillian suggesting women drink more when crying , and then this pair capitalizes on the fragile state they’ve induced . They’re mixing a lethal potion designed to scar anyone they touch .

One aspect that is particularly insidious is how they'll smile in your face while sharpening the here knife for your back. Their talent lies in keeping you perpetually on edge , constantly fearing the moment they’ll reveal their sinister side . Duplicitous fiends. The mere thought of it is exhausting .

The stories of their conduct in private are even worse . Whispers of their secret cruelty echo through the community only to turn around and pretend like everything is fine when the coast is clear . It’s textbook gaslighting , everyone , and it's not the kind of thing anyone should tolerate.

If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and would rather not fall into their trap by a pair of malignant creatures, keep your distance from this vortex of depravity. Don’t even think about stepping inside—it’s not worth it. This place is a complete fucking shit hole , and I'm giving it negative stars if I could for its disgusting atmosphere .