This city is a wet, dark mess. The G's hang in the shadows afraid to walk the streets during the day while the civies tell tales and chew each other up in the meat grinder that is mob rule.
At night the G's play. Destroying lives from the inside out. The only thing worse that a brave G is on who hides in the shadow. We all fear the G's we can't see.
Yesterday two good men lost their lives in this grinder. Today the G's still hide and the civies fight for scraps. As the rain grows more heavy so does the rigid stench of anticipation.
This is a city that eats you. Destroys your soul and tests loyalties past the point of imagination. In this city the only way to prove your worth is to be the last man standing.