Power Money Glory, from Guns & Love, a roleplay on RPG

Note: This is an original story idea of mine that I wanted to see pan out. While it has been influenced by several different television shows, films and cultural phenomena, this story is all my own and replica of this without my consent will be handled with the utmost care and urgency.

{"You can't play games with a girl who made all the rules."}
~ Unknown

{It's A Man's Man's World: James Brown || My Song Knows What You Did in the Dark: Fallout Boys || Get Some: Lykke Li || Radioactive: Imagine Dragons}
{Crazy In Love: Beyoncé || Money Power Glory: Lana del Ray || Everybody Wants to Rule the World: Lorde || This Is War: 30 Seconds to Mars}

If you're reading this, shit must have hit the fan and more than likely, I didn't live to see the end of it. It all just became this fucked up rollercoaster and at some point, we all crashed and burned. I just hope we took out as many motherfuckers as we could before the end came. You're probably as confused as fuck, so let me just start from the beginning. Think you can keep up?

We were kids, your average chicks on the block. We all met each other young and kept in touch over the years. And let me tell you, this isn't one of those stories where the privileged little bitches throw a tantrum from not having their way, rebel against mommy and daddy, and then get into shit they couldn't handle. No, it's not that kind of story. We weren't all these rich little kids whose moms starred in Desperate Housewives. Not all of us grew up with a silver spoon in our mouths. Some of us struggled, others not so much. But we were close and at some point, that was enough. It was enough to keep us going - enough to give us strength to make it through our own fucked up lives. It wasn't until we had all come of legal age that things took a turn. We didn't think it was wrong to want that fast life, to want money and to prove anyone who doubted us wrong - to want to have more and do more. We wanted so much more...and we were in over our heads.

No one ever said men had a monopoly over the art of conning and to be completely honest, girls do it better. At least, we did. We had all the essentials: there was the mastermind, the one who called all the shots and oversaw everything, then there was our tech specialist, our brightest mind and one of the best of our generation, the actress, who served as a liaison and deal breaker whenever we needed someone to be professional, the temptress because there is no real fun when you can't leave a trail of hearts behind and a bunch of dumb fucks who didn't pay attention to the pretty face they let into their folds, and then our own trickster, the one who could sabotage all deals which could end in us getting the big bucks and who could kick ass while doing it. I wouldn't say we were perfect, but when you garner over one million dollars each, you start thinking you're the shit. We should've stopped then. We should have taken our money, gone our separate ways, and reunited every couple years. But we were greedy and Atlanta looked so fucking promising...

We were dumb as fuck.

Who the hell takes on a decade long feud between the new CEO of a fortune five-hundred company and a crime lord's heir in a city where bitches like us get thrown out into the streets like thoughtless whores? They ran the city, not to mention the other connects in Atlanta, and we should have run with our tails between our legs the second we realized what we were up against. But again, we were cocky, greedy, and foolish. We thought it could work and we'd go down in legend. The crime lord's sex trafficking and drugs sales coincided with the CEO's board's shadier dealings, and it was easy to start a call girl service which would benefit both men - they'd have girls ready to be worn on the shoulders of their men at elegant events and girls to sate their lusts with. And the closer we got to them - the more they trusted us - we got closer to their drugs and even closer to the billions. But how the hell did we not see past our own deception that this was a war that we could all become casualties in?

Just because I'm telling you this story doesn't mean that I'm alive. I only hope we took these motherfuckers down with us. After all, no one said that men had a monopoly over the art of conning. And sometimes, girls do it better...

No one ever thinks that a bunch of innocent little girls would ever grow up to become con artists. Then again, a lot of people might have looked down on this group of five, some from the day these girls were born. They weren't always together, not physically, but they were close from their youth. And it was a bond that would roll over in their adult years. Life threw them all curveballs; one conformed to her family's wishes, another was disowned, one run away, and the last simply shoved her way past the many hurdles life threw at her. So, when they all met back up when they had become legal without a real plan for their lives and a need to make their mark on the world, they turned to a world believed to be ruled by men:

Cons.

It's still hard for anyone to consider the group of con artists females, which makes it all the more delicious when the girls get over on someone in a deal. Whether it's them infiltrating a drug ring or companies who didn't even think twice, they've each amassed over one million dollars and were very much close to going on to live their lives with their cash. But everyone has their moments of greed and vanity - when you think that no one and nothing can get to you or stop you. And getting over a rich and very attractive CEO in Atlanta sounded easy enough. He was the latest inheritor of a fortune five-hundred company, his family had control over a good chunk of the city known for its nightlife, and he wouldn't really miss the billions from his various investments. So, the plan was simple: a call girl service which would get one girl on his arm, a deal with the company for its shareholders and various investors who needed dates and people to make them look good, and a simple way at gaining more revenue. Who knew that prostitution, drugs, and a crime lord would somehow become a part of the equation? And how the hell had the girls gotten caught in the middle of a feud between two families who were ready to tear the entire city apart just to get a stab at one another?

What started out as a simple plan to get money and live the upper-crest life turned into a battle for survival with danger at every turn, unlikely allies, lust, betrayal, and perhaps a bit of romance. All they knew, though, that at the end of the day, everyone wasn't going to make it out alive...