:d o g s:

‎"Was it really this quiet?
I'm praying to a God I don't believe in. Ha, what a hypocrite I am.

From the snow I came. A wintry land of merry "kindly shut the fuck up" attitudes. But entering the sun is a transition I'm finding hard to resist. I find myself struggling along with his attitude.

Old Man Farley looks up from his bed of dead bodies. His ears perked. He suffers in this cold, it's untold how many he kills during these times.

'It's...er...interesting, Farley, your fighting technique.'
'They dun need what they got, Jake. They dun appreciate it enough to keep it.'
The old mutt's grown crazier in his days. He's only seven, but has the soul of a dog that's lived a century around this town.

We're kind of like the good cop, bad cop duo. Wheels and Legman. Batman and Robin. Underdog and his mentally-ill sidekick who frequently forgets how to piss.

But we never stop doing what we can, what we're told.

There's corruption here. Corruption like a mofo. But we can cope. Everything is permitted here. It's not like they'll stop us.

'Come on Old Man. We'll get there soon enough.'"

:t h e b e a r s:

You're here. And it's really gross. It smells like a port-o-potty on fire here.

Chicago. Quiet Chicago? Fuck no. The loud kind where death is not only the norm, it's as inevitable as birth.

...

Still, just as amazing as the humans here can stand to live in this filth, there are those who will push against it, even if it is a small flame.

These are those small flames.

Underground, the real cops. The real justice, beaten down. A human can't perform such acts to clean up this place.

The beaters. And they're dogs. They kill the place with money. Playtime for the rich. Drugs, prostitution, death, an accepted life to ruin everything. It's a wonder the place isn't abandoned.

Yet.

The cops train us. And we fight. We kill. Mostly we're set up against The Bears, Booth's dogs.

Booth owns Jericho, the drug business that took the town by storm. the plague that ruined this place. Each year he murders at least 100 people because they don't agree with him.

He owns the cops. At least, the ones not in hiding. And he has three posts, the ones that dirty em all up. To kill Booth, you have to kill these Post Leaders.

Like I said, a human can't perform such acts to clean up this place. That's why we're here. We're trained to kill, and have been doing it for years. Just like The Bears. Korper is the leader of all of Booth's Bears. The top dog. Literally. We need to kill him too, if we want to get past The Bears, to Booth.

And that's where you come in. You fight. With us. I've seen you fight, and I know you can do it. It's all we need is someone to help. Not just anyone can do this, but I bet you could try. So whaddya say?

You'll join us?