The Gaslight District

In a place where death is meaningless in the grand scheme of things, a human lurks, a threat to the immortality of the land.

You somehow had found yourself roped up in the drama of The Smiling Dead, a mafia type gang run by none other than Ken the Butcher, or just Ken for short. The gang mainly consisted of three other members as well; Melancholy Hill, Mel for short, Mud, and Breadhead.

The group, for a seemingly unknown reason, were in the middle of a car chase, chasing down an undead named Jack. Jack was the former dishwasher for a place called The Whale Belly Butchershop, owned by Ken. The chase was getting pretty heated.

Mud: After firing a sniper shot at Jack. "Dirty, bloody, pulpy, purple scum!" He cackles madly "Wait, why are we huntin' Jack, I like Jack." He adjusts his hat.

Ken ducks his head slightly as his eyes dart away, avoiding any form of acknowledgement toward Mud's question.

Breadhead: While picking his nose. "If we get paid, who cares why we do it." He chuckles.

Mel: After flicking a coin at Breadhead. "I'll give you five scarab to turn Mud inside-out." She smirks.

Ken: "I'll give him ten" He says as he adjusts the cars rearview mirror to look at them.