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Describing random world locations from Google Maps street view

GeoGuessr is a website where you are thrown into a random spot in the world on Google Maps streetview, and you have to try and guess where you are.

It’s fun to play just by itself, to see how close you can get, but it’s even more fun when you put a spin on it: writing a description of each random area you’re given.

During the last stream, chat and I played a game of GeoGuessr together. Just like when we’ve done this before, we were given five random locations anywhere in the world, and we had to guess where they were.

And for each one, we had to write a short description of the area, trying to make it as vivid and detailed as possible.

You can see all the locations, descriptions, and guesses for the locations here.
How did I do against chat? Watch and find out, or scroll down for my pieces!

Here’s what I wrote for each location. Be sure to check out the video to see what they really look like and find out where in the world they’re located!

Location #1

The roads lay cracked and brittle like old dinosaur skin set out to bake in the sun. Running alongside it, an old farmstand barely held together, more dust than brick or tile. A wormy wooden fence extended around it and the acres upon acres of dead land, an acidic desert sprinkled with little green ferns, counting down the last days of their lives. A tall frame stood as the entrance through the gate, a hangman gallows with broken leather straps dangling from the top and swaying in the sharpened breeze.

Location #2

In this small village, there were more horses than men, and more statues of Mother Mary than women. Cattle wandered around the dirt plaza in front of the church, munching on sparse greens that had only grown thanks to the dumped holy water. Its red and orange brick front stood out like a brilliant sunset against the drab and faded homes. White arches painted over its doors like rainbows of milk promised salvation and nutrition within. But just like all promises in the village, this one was full of holes. The windows in the face of the church peered through to nowhere except the sky behind the empty, never-to-be-finished shell of a building.

Location #3

The driveway that led to the house was measured within an inch of necessity. Only half of it was asphalt, paid for by the town, technically part of the road and cut off immediately where they were no longer legally obligated to pave. The other half was dirt, bought by the bitter old man who lived there, who made sure that it was the most polished and pristine dirt you’d ever seen. The two halves met in the middle, not a smidgen of overlap, like Nutella and peanut butter evenly spread on either side of a single slice of bread, and then eaten separately. If only they were willing to mix together would they realize how much more they were capable of.

Location #4

The outside of the Boy Scout center was more like the gated-off area of a secret government facility. No buildings were in sight, and a wire fence wound around the cleared forest, plastered with red and white signs that whispered danger without any words necessary. Running along the perimeter on the inside were stacks of limestones, silent sentries ready to mark any intruders with a shameful white dusting. The ditch carved in front of the fence was sprinkled with such powder, marks of those boys who had fled, and those who weren’t so lucky.

Location #5

It was a poor folk’s mansion. Brick columns in the front led to sliding glass doors that never closed, all sitting in the shade of the tall, tall roof, tiles missing off the top like a hillbilly smile. Its fancy smooth-rock path cut through the yard of red clay and weeds, almost enough to distract from the rusted sign that lay off to the side, crusted in so much dirt it was basically part of the earth. Across the dusty street from the mansion was the shopping center: an abandoned farm stand with words proclaiming its produce permit was still valid slathered across the front in dripping red paint. Even its questionable date was four years expired. The graffitied trucks that sat unmoving in front of it had likely stop delivering since even long before then.

Be sure to watch the video if you want to see the actual locations and the incredible descriptions that chat came up with!

If you want to join us and help write a story by trolling in chat, or share your own writing for feedback, then we’d love to have you join us on Twitch.

And you missed the stream, you can still watch them on the YouTube channel or watch the full stream reruns.

Hope to see you next time, friend!

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