Having arrived on the shores of Detroit Father MacklePenny heads towards downtown. Standing among the bustling citizens of Black Bottom he scratches his head to the mass of people moving around. He flips a old milk crate upside down and stands on it. Coughing loudly to clear the stagnation in the air of the constant flow of traffic, Father MacklePenny begins his structured sentence for the mass to hear.

"My fellow citizens of Detroit! Also those that may be traveling through the fine boroughs of our illustrious city. I come here today to offer my services as a man of the cloak. My ancestors have come here off and on throughout the years providing similar services to the once then citizens. If you would please direct your attention to this fine parchment."

  "If you have taken the time to see my abilities that can greatly enhance your already troubled lives and restore sanity accordingly through prayer and faith in our God almighty; I will be happy and willing to help you given a donation is put forth to the church. I have recently been given the right to own a church in Black Bottom Detroit that is open for prayers, confessions, vigils, weddings, funerals, and the like. So feel free to come by and come closer to God. Once you come by and speak to me personally I can give you the details to the service you are requesting. If you are unable to make it to Black Bottom, you can always send a wire to my home and I will read it once I have finished my duties for the day."

 Stepping off of his box he flips it back over looking to the crowd. He opens his arms wide closing his eyes as his hands point toward the sky.

"May God shine his celestial light upon thee and protect you and your family. Mighty blessings to you and all."

Premium Blessings- $1,050

Slight reclamation of sins-$500

Confessions-$500

Marriages-$150,000

Divorces-$50,000

Exorcisms-$50,000

Baptisms-$25,000

 Father MacklePenny posts his posters throughout the streets in a attempt to bring the lost sheep back to God.