It has been a few days since Colonel_Ives arrived in Detroit. He was used to doing his gruesome work in secluded bucolic places, where travellers passed by during the winter in seek for their fortunes, only to end up being slaughtered and cooked for dinner. So he was still learning how to not draw attention when feeding, in this new chaotic and busy world that was Detroit.

One of his objectives was drawing and manipulating people into his way of life, which was eating human meat. He learned he couldn't do this the old fashioned way, by sticking a huge knife in someone's gut and saying "Eat to regain your strenght or die". He needed an easier, fast and discreet way.

So he decided to open a butchery shop. All the meat being human and carefully disguised as cow's meats. He bought a shop and filled it with refrigerators and a big counter where he could expose the fresh meats, he found a good supplier, someone who could bring the family's enemies bodies very quick, so they were all fresh. And payed street kids to distribute the flyers around town. They said:

The Colonel Butcher Shop

Fresh meats everyday

All you need for your BBQ

The best meats in town

$$$ Bring this flyer and get a discount!! $$$

He liked to do the "dirty" work himself. He skinned, gutted and chopped the bodies into its respective cuts and pieces. By looking at it, nobody would know it was human, it was even better looking than an animal's one. He put some price tags up.

Chuck - good for stews and ground beef $0.80

Ribs $0.50

Short loin - tenderloin, t-bone and porterhouse steaks $0.50

Sirloin steaks $0.60

Rump - good for stews and ground beef $0.40

Round - for stews and oven roasts $0.35

Brisket - good for BBQs $0.40

Shank - good for ground beef and chili $0.20

Plate - short ribs and stew $0.30

Heart $0.40

Tripe $0.15

Liver $0.20

For those unawares, someone that consumes human flesh is cursed with an unsatiable craving, but gains strenght and some other powers. He couldn't wait to spread human flesh addiction in all Detroit. He just needed to remember not to sell any of his meats to enemies.

Marston stepped into the bustling streets of Detroit, and searched for a suitable place to order provisions for a large celebration. He noticed a new butcher's shop on his travels called the Colonel Butcher Shop, and as he had been handed a discount flyer he decided to take a look. Entering the shop, he was greeted by the aroma of fresh meat and a friendly butcher behind the counter. 

He approached the counter, and tried to work out the amount of meat he required. The butcher, a made man from Chicago, recognizing the significance of the occasion, eagerly assisted John in selecting the finest cuts for the celebration.

John left the details for the butcher to work out, and finalised his order with confidence that Colonel’s would deliver everything he required.

“Please could you deliver to this address, around 5pm this evening?”

He handed Colonel_Ives a card, and headed out to find a provider of drinks...

A caring dog owner named James Dutton made it his priority to find only premium quality food for his two faithful dogs. He stumbled upon 'The Colonel Butcher Shop' known for their incredible selection of meats which intrigued him enough to pay a visit one day. 

As soon as he entered this well kept establishment, neatly arranged counters showcasing richly coloured variety cuts on display caught James’ eye which made him excited about exploring more inside their store. 
  
The friendly shopkeeper cheerfully greeted Mr. Dutton welcoming him warmly before inquiring how he could assist in finding suitable pet food options for James' beloved canine companions. 
  
Expressing gratitude towards having met such an obliging individual who took time showing various cuts appropriate for pet consumption with such professionalism and finesse James walked away with high quality meat packages that would keep his furry creatures happy and healthy. 

Although unaware of any potential risks lurking behind the veil of The Colonel Butcher Shop, James felt contented with the shops services and continued to select only top notch food options for his furry friends from there.

walk into the Colonel Butcher Shop orders Liver and pay $0.20 and orders Brisket and it was good for BBQs food look at a gang member 

Ask him if he wanted to buy any product. That I was the neighborhood pusher.  He said that the crew leader would take anything I had for the for For cash and he had a lot of money that he'd meet me down the street in 15 minutes. Went down the street and seen seen his boss standing there, his gang leader. I took I took the money and got out of town.

You motherfuckers are serving swan here?

Slim was outraged. Fucking outraged. Rumors had reached his desk that a run down butcher shop was selling swan meat. Who the fuck sells swan meat? Not even Matt would eat swan meat, and he'd eat anything. The place had to be shut down.

When we Kill swans, we throw them into the fucking lake, not chop them up and serve them. Shut this fucking place down or Ill have BigTed come around and burn this motherfucker to the ground.

The butcher behind the counter was crestfallen, but knew better than ignore the words of Slim. No one wanted to end up on Slims bad side.

"A good soldier is ready even before the boss needs to ask." It was a statement Godfather-Chairman heard whilst riding a train one day. It was a belief they held close.

Upon hearing Don SlimRagnarok was seen heading into town with great passion Godfather-Chairman tied their boots and checked their coat for a handgun. Godfather-Chairman was unsure what, if anything was going to be asked of them, but they finally understood that statement which played over in their head constantly. "If the Don is moving with such intensity we need to stay close." they thought as they sought to keep the Don in view.

Truth be told Godfather-Chairman had never used their gun, not in a fight, not in a robbery, not even for practice in a back alley away from prying eyes. They hoped it would go well but without any on the job training there is no way to actually know. Either way Godfather-Chairman knew their place was to be available.

Arriving a few minutes after their boss Godfather-Chairman found a location across the street and read the sign outside: The Colonel Butcher Shop. "Perhaps after this is over we can get something for dinner later." Godfather-Chairman thought to themself.

This thought was cut short however as Godfather-Chairman could hear their bosses authoritative voice inside informing the individual behind the counter about the restructuring of their business.

"False alarm." they thought to themself as they began walking down the street. "I may have misjudged the situation a bit" Godfather-Chairman chuckled to themself as they became enveloped by the city.

Ted was never far away from the local eateries whilst in his home city of Detroit, and as usual he had just finished another local eating challenge at a local cafe ran by a fairly nice Turkish family from Istanbul. Ted was walking back to his chaperone waiting at his car when he heard a authorative sounding voice of his boss, SlimRagnarok.

Ted checked his pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes before lighting up and heading towards the commotion. He arrived outside a run down Butchers, dirty looking meat and body parts of pigs hanging off hooks out the front. He screwed his face in disgust before entering, “Swans?!” Demanded Ted, watching the shop owner sink behind the counter, only a forehead visible as they spluttered apologies to Slim. “Fucking SWANS!” yelled Ted, now red faced, throwing his cigarette at the shop keeper, barely missing the top of their head. “This is Detroit! Have some respect for the locals! Can’t be feeding them vermin of the bird world!” Ted felt his hands shaking with anger, storming out to prevent a blood filled massacre. 
 

Approaching his car, Ted waved to his driver before climbing into the back seat, “double the protection money for the next month!” He yelled, slamming the door before the car drove off at a speed which matched his emotion. “Serving our people swans!” He hissed at his driver, “what do they think we are? Animals!?”

As Alpha wrapped up in Cafe Colombian and left - he walked into the cold weather. The alleyways smelled of piss and cigarettes and screams of people that he could do nothing to help. As Alpha kept walking he saw a meat-delivery truck idled outside a narrow storefront with a hand-painted sign that read: "The Colonel Butcher Shop - Fresh Meats Every Day"

He stepped inside and was met by the cold that bit through his cloth and the lighting flickered above the hanging meats and carcasses, where the walls were cold and condensed and had a dark ambience to it. He saw a man behind the counter with an apron on and smiled a way the wolf might. "Here for Joe's order" Alpha said. 

The butchers eyes narrowed and said "Back room, do not touch what you don't understand".

Alpha smirked and walked over the counter and saw a few names written on the book - these names were what he read in the newspaper that were recently gunned down. Alpha quietly shut the book and picked up what he needed and disappeared into the night before the owner returned.