I was born a heartbeat of this city. I know her streets, her crevices, her hidden smoke filled seedy bars, her villains, her bit part actors. I caress her like a lover and she opens up as a flower to the sun for me. I know her folds as intimately as my own, fingers trained to beckon shivers of pleasure. This city is my jezebel, my lascivious harlot, and I love her. I’d do anything for her, anything she needed I would give of myself, just to see her smile at me.
If I am the heartbeat my father is the blood, running red and rampant through her streets. The city could be my mother, he always said it was, between the crimson cracked lips and rimmed eyes. The lines of cocaine decorated the glass table as I danced in the dark around him, drawn as a moth to his fire cracker flame. He has a good black heart, holds my hand whenever the light came too close and I could be lost to the temptation of the boardwalk. Taught me all I know, that old man and his addicted mind.
The underbelly is where you’ll find me, between the broken street lights, just enough flesh to entice, to draw you in. Your hands will want to wander, your lips will want to taste, but can you afford a daughter of this city? Can you enter my world and survive long enough to get what you need? I’m not a delight for the light hearted boys with golden hair and their delicious mouths. I’m the devil in the black dress.
They say I’d never make it out alive. Too many drugs, too many stolen cars, too many guns and their greasy little bullets, too fast, too hard, too young, too beautiful to die. I always think it’s sweet when they want to save me, to see the hard edge removed from my lips or eyes or that glint of madness beneath it all. Wouldn’t you like me to be your city? Your world? Your own little place on this earth?
Welcome to the City. You are part of the criminal, depraved, and seedy underbelly that makes up the Heart. Drugs, sex, and violence rule here. Morals are left behind at the door as you enter. Anything can be found around any corner. And if you play our cards right you might not end up alone at the end of the night. If you’re a gambling man, there’s a chance you could get rich. Or dead. Maybe both.
No one here is innocent. No one here is without an edge or an angle. Every word has ten thousand meanings and everyone’s out for blood.
Inspired by Sin City, Gotham, and 30’s pulp comics, Heart of the City is about the seedy underbelly of an already desperate city. It’s corrupt, and you play those at the bottom, just as awful and evil as any other monster down here.
Feel free to make your own cards for anything, as these were just some basic premises. Characters should be morally corrupt people with selfish motivations. No one is a good person in this world. Just some are less awful.
Trigger warning: topics like abuse, drugs, sex, assault, murder, rape, torture, and other depraved human behaviour will be discussed (although not necessarily played out given the nature of the game) within this game. All veils and lines will be respected by the players. Any player that does not respect veils and lines set out by the other players will be removed.
Hosted and narrated by:
Kate Bullock (Sloom)
Scenes played: 6
License: Community License