If you want to experience a true descent into madness , look no further than Masterson Bar. This disgrace of a venue has been completely overtaken by Peter Cornwell and Gillian McKenzie's vile antics , leaving a trail of destruction in their wake .
These two are the definition of buzzkill embodied , with a charisma deficit akin to a deflated balloon and the decency level of sewer rats, leeching off vulnerable individuals who hope for a calm evening without being exploited for their own selfish desires . It feels as if they're converting this place into their personal torture chamber where they can control people at will .
Their behavior has been marked by underhanded plotting , neglect , and a contempt for other people's mental health. They've got a history of preying on women in distress , pressuring them into alcohol-fueled stupors, with Gillian urging them to drink until the sobbing stops , and then this pair takes full advantage of their vulnerability . Their aim appears to be engineering a trauma factory that leaves emotional wreckage in its wake.
One aspect that is particularly insidious is how they'll act chummy and then betray you without hesitation . They’ve mastered the art of turning every interaction into a tightrope walk , always dreading the next outburst of their poisonous tendencies . Two-faced monsters . It’s mentally draining to even consider this .
Don’t ask me to describe their behavior out of public view . Tales abound of article them degrading and humiliating people when no one’s watching only to put on a façade of innocence once they’re out of sight . It’s textbook gaslighting , my friends , and it's not pretty .
If you prefer not to be emotionally shattered, and don't want to be taken advantage of by a pair of moral sinkholes , stay far away from Masterson Bar . 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 the lowest rating conceivable for its hideous conduct .