West Coast Presence

[Michael]

 

The west coast beaches see invasions year-round from platoons of both locals and pale shaded tourists, basting themselves in tan lotion and playing dead in direct sunlight for hours. This is ritualistic in nature, a cleansing of their bodies, hoping the rays reach past their skin and burn away the plight that affects their individual souls. This industry, the veiling of one’s woes through culture recasts itself as one continues inland to the big city. From the beaches, to the night clubs, there are thousands of ways for one to chase fame, fortune, and, the most rare of all, happiness. The less fortunate are burdened with the same pursuit, only without the façade of existing in a functioning society. The individual for whom this description is a reality, can condemn those who choose to escape this perennial cycle, or try and break it themselves. Some turn to delusions of fame, and some to crime. Trite statements still ring true, as the only differences between a criminal and a politician is that the criminal has much less harmful impacts, and the politicians don't get caught.  Politician's hands are dirtier than the lowest scum walking the city's streets and their political games quench the people's thirst by pouring water in their mouths whilst the city chokes them. Corporations squeeze what little is left out of them, paying them minimal wages while the cost of living rises higher. The drug companies offer a solution to the problem, dull your senses so you don't have the conscious to ask why and simply do what they tell you.

 

Those who turn to crime often lose themselves within the freedom. The lawless nature leaves them to traverse a tight rope over a canyon while a strong wind blows. They fall to the drugs, get caught, or get killed. Chaos needs a collar, and someone to leash it. The presence of an organization has been felt across the West Coast within the last few years. Connections appear between otherwise believed to be random crimes, however the traces have led nowhere. No one knows who, and those who know would give you the albeit truthful, but ambiguous answer of "money". But money has more faces than dead presidents. From the manufacturers, dockworkers, distributors and owners, the trail connects and expands from pocket to pocket, ending up god knows where. To the public's eye, the only people left to blame for the city's troubles is the aforementioned politicians, which isn't a bad start. 

[Michael]

Reserve.

[Michael]

[Puck]

good stuff right here

[Sinister]

Edited April 29, 2022 by Sinister

[arkan]

JAY FROM THE BAY

[Neeko]

[Raffy]

Good stuff

[Neeko]

[slothy]

Failure to meet activity requirements.

 

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