No offense to the good people who live there, but after a couple of hours, there really ain’t that much to do in Noble.
Once you eat at most of the restaurants and visit the Super Wal-Mart for the hundredth time, you mostly just find yourself walking aimlessly down dirt-roads and barren fields, looking for either dead bodies or meth-trailers, whatever comes first. Well, at least that’s what I did most of the time.