leadballoon RP: Who Really Runs Sandy Shores?

By Slick — November 3, 2025 - leadballoon.gg

There’s a name rolling through the dust and gossip of Sandy Shores — Tater Biscuit — and if you believe half the stories, he’s got his hands in just about everything that still works out there.

Some say he’s a businessman. Others swear he’s a crook. But the locals? They call him the unofficial mayor — and maybe even a part-time deputy when the badge suits him.

Nobody’s sure where the truth ends and the tall tales begin, but one thing’s for damn sure: when it comes to Sandy Shores, all roads lead back to Tater.

The Motel Makeover

The old Sandy Shores Motel was supposed to be condemned. Then one morning, lights flickered on, and the sound of a hammer echoed across the cracked parking lot.

Now folks say it’s reopened under the name Tater’s Stop ’n’ Sleep, a half-renovated, half-forgotten pit stop that somehow stays full. Nobody’s seen any official paperwork — or any inspectors — but Tater claims he “bought it fair and square off a tweaker for a handshake and a half-pack of smokes.”

And from the look of things, he might’ve pulled it off.

Tater’s Stab & Grab

Down on Alhambra Drive, there’s a gas station that refuses to die. The neon’s busted, the pumps groan, and the sign out front now reads in spray paint: Tater’s Stab & Grab.

When the old owner skipped town, Tater reportedly “took over management” — meaning he changed the locks, restocked the jerky, and kept the place open. Locals say it’s a little bit gas station, a little bit convenience store, and a whole lot of gray area.

If you need fuel, smokes, or a story, this is where you stop. Just don’t ask about what’s in the back cooler.

The Biscuit Barrel

Then there’s the Biscuit Barrel, a new bar glowing out past the Yellow Jack — the kind of place where the jukebox is loud, the floors are sticky, and Tater’s probably tending bar in a sheriff’s jacket he “borrowed.”

Every Tuesday’s “Bad Karaoke Night,” and Friday’s a coin toss between a fight, a love story, or both.

One deputy claims he’s seen Tater behind the bar and behind the wheel of a patrol car in the same hour. “He’ll pour you a drink, then pull you over,” he said. “Hell, around here, that’s just good community service.”

The Final Word

There’s no record of Tater Biscuit owning a single thing in Blaine County — no deeds, no permits, no proof. But that’s just paper.

Tater’s got what really counts: loyalty, leverage, and a dozen running tabs that never get paid.

Deputy. Businessman. Unofficial mayor. Whatever you call him, one thing’s clear — Sandy Shores runs on Tater’s time.