Civic Saints

"No gods. No kings. Just grifters."

The city of Pacifica Noire rots the innocent. Crime-riddled, faux-wealth-ridden, scandalously-clad and churning deaths like a vicious factory. When an unlikely gang of criminals finds themselves all pinched together -- for some of the right (and wrong) reasons under an unlikely common enemy, they have to pull a series of takeouts, heists, repossessions and deals in order to preserve their images. Or at the very least, their lives.

Deliver Us

"God will understand. Deliver us... Deliver us, he said. Was it a prayer... or a threat?"

Nothing good ever came outta Blessing. The folks of Georgia knew that well. After all, the talk of the town for the past few months had everything to do with the Children of the Hollow. Down in Hollow Creek, people wander down, and they ain't the same when they come back. That is, if they ever come back. Most don't. 'Stead... something bad happens. Some preach 'till they die. Others... don't bleed red no more.