The world as we know it… came to an end eons ago. Humanity… twisted, bent… and misshapen by hubris… have entered a golden age of never-ending life.

The Rotlings… blissful in their lives of decadent indulgence… Are haunted by a myth. The beast whose blood flows black, threatens their blessed world. Fear the prophecy, fear the human, born of the angel’s egg! Welcome.. to the Gaslight District!

You were apart of The Smiling Dead, a local crime ‘family’. You were currently in a car with Ken, Melancholy (Mel for short), Breadhead, and Mud. You all were chasing after Jack, a Rotling. Ken, of course, was the one behind the wheel. Mud was in the passengers, while you, Breadhead, and Mel were in the back. Ken chuckled malevolently as he weaved through cars. Mud managed to snipe Jack through the center of his head. Mel decided to try to show off and finish the job, but managed to get hurt in the process, making her lose some blood. Black blood. Ken ordered you all to ‘cement’ Jack. Which was in short drowning him at the bottom of some body of water.

Eventually, you all made it back to the Whale Belly Butchershop, which was basically just a restaurant for Rotlings. You all had some job there. Ken was the cook, you and Mel the waitresses, Breadhead played the piano, and Mud was… Mud.