It's the roaring 20s, the 1920s to be exact. Alcohol has just been outlawed and the embrace of speakeasies and other bootlegging has paved the way to the rise of a much bigger beast altogether. Organized crime, or the Mob if you wanna be simple mind...
Honestly by all accounts, it was a calm start to the decade. This country is at it's wealthiest currently, I mean what country isn't? Industrialization and Urbanization have made everything oh so different now, the war ended awhile ago and we have made so much wealth as a result. We won the war, but by god are we still terrified of communism.
But let's get down to how all this is already going to shit. Prohibition of Alcohol. You see, the government thought that banning alcohol was a good solution to the almost country wide epidemic of alcoholism due to the industrial era. You can't work your fingers to the bone in a factory, earn shit all, and then not come him and drink now can you? Everyone is in very silent outrage about the whole thing at first, but then of course there's a new burning resolve. Well how is the government gonna stop us even if we do? Speakeasies are such a fun place, you should go sometime. You could sit right across from some politician or copper, look 'em square in the eyes, and they'd probably buy you a drink. Fantastic innit?
But all this illegal activity warrants a sort of... need for organization doesn't it? I mean crime lords and shit like that already existed. But this is when they really began to shine.
You're new in town? Or are you some poor soul wanting to be left alone? Doesn't matter I'm afraid, at some point we all have to choose sides in this oncoming war of sorts. You can't fight it, those who do probably end up dead.
Like poor Kirk and Bruce here,
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Don't they look like shit? Mouthed off to the wrong people, didn't pay their dues, never chose a side. That's why they're dead as the rats on your floor. There's countless other bodies you know, nobody cares. They shrug their shoulders and say that this is fine and how things are. People have been treated like shit since the godamn 1700s since factories became a thing. Now kids aren't dying in the machinery but who the hell cares about the street scum? Nobody. Just like nobody cares about you, unless you make them care.
I'm getting off topic however, My Name is Detective Patrick Johannesburg and I'm investigating a series of murders around town. I'd like to ask you a few questions, May I come in?
Think of this like a trial, I'm not asking for forms until later. But for now, just give me a response highlighting all the basics of your character you plan on using. Name, age, general appearance and demeanor. Maybe even a bit of what their life is like. Just type out a response, if the detective leaves then you're in. If he stays then you got some changes to make. Easy Peasy.
