A resident of Scio, a town in Oregon, about 25 minutes away from Salem
nestled away in a valley with lots of cover from prying eyes, and has earned a poor reputation as a result of the real and imagined events that happen there. This is the stereotypical Scion: animal-molester
, tobacco chewer, meth maker/smoker, inbreeding
hick, has a hot tub in their front yard, collects rusty cars and various metal goods, cuts hay in the summer, hates people from big cities or states, especially California
, knowledgeable in the arts of chainsaw maintenance and deforestation (they mess up owl homes in fir trees), no respect for nature, and deep passion for anything black and orange (Oregon
and Stihl chainsaws). To them, orange and black is the sh*t. In school, the kids learn logging skills and horse around in the locker rooms. Kids have been known to spray Axe deodorant in the air (to get high
) and rub feces on books. Scio has a great music program however. If you go to Scio, rent a rusty old truck as you drive through "downtown" so people mistake you for a local, and don't hurt your pets. Wear an orange and black shirt.
Girl: "Where are we?"
Taxi Driver: "We're entering a sh*tty part of town. Roll your windows up and put your electronics away. Lots of inbred meth
live here, so there's a lot of crime. OMG
, don't look, but that man is molesting a sheep
Girl: "This is just like Scio
! I hate that damn
are so twisted!"