Trigger warnings: drug use & trafficking, alcohol & alcoholism, heavy language, gun/physical violence, police brutality, blood, death, & murder.
A more extensive list will be available in-game, and the choice to skip certain triggers is a choice for those who so desire. The warnings listed here are unavoidable, but a disclaimer of triggers present in any given chapter can be enabled.
It was always going to end like this. Your palms scrape against the wall, staining it red while pain seeps into your torn flesh. Strained breaths force out of your lungs, misting the brick in a vivid crimson, your fingers searching for purchase through the agony.
Frigid metal presses harshly against your temple, and the click that resonates from the gun echoes in your ears like a mock gong.
A knuckle cracks when it tightens around the trigger. You should’ve known.
It was always going to end like this.
You step into the boots of the Vice President of Hungry Dogs MC; a ragtag gang you and your best friend formed on that one picturesque twilight evening three years ago. What began as a simple idea between friends developed over time, your effort and struggles winning you both notoriety and infamy, enough so that the city council now considers you a threat. The city folk utter the name of your club in both awe and fear, and you play the role of both boogeyman and saint in the minds of San Maroans. Wherever you go, your colors turn heads. You are not only surviving, but thriving.
But like all success stories, yours too, had an end.
After years of empty threats, the city takes action against you, and the raid pushed on your meeting grounds is extensive. Everything falls apart, and you’re left to pick up the fragments of a once-great empire, your safety net torn to pieces, and sympathetic faces are few, and far between. With your President missing, the burden of leadership falls on your shoulders.
Your club has scattered into the wind; scared, detained, or dead. Threats loom over you like a shadow; The law is out for your soul, and rival clubs want your head on a pike.
There’s no other choice but to fight.
Extensive character creation; too many variables to name here! Assume name(s), nickname, appearance (skin details galore), gender, pronouns, sexuality, romantic orientation, family history, reflections on the club, addictions, and customization of your bike. To cite a few.
Heavily character and action driven, your choices matter, and have a tremendous impact on the ending(s) and what happens to the gang and its remaining members.
Hone your skills to fit your play style: A silver-tongued con-man, a hardened brawler, or a ruthless trailblazer; A deceptive trapper, or elusive diplomat, the possibilities are vast.
Pursue one out of three varying storylines; the “Forever Dogs, Dogs Forever”, “Beginning of the End”, or “Betrayal at Zenith”, each essentially altering the story into an entirely different game.
Find time for romance with one of the (currently) five romantic interests, each with their own obstacles, challenges, and shortcomings; the leader, the enforcer, the enemy, the greenhorn, or the masked rider. All are also open for platonic befriending, rivalry, flings, frenemy options, and all sexual scenes are optional and skippable.
V.P.
Hey, that’s you. A San Maro Original, co-founder and Vice President of Hungry Dogs. If you weren’t born here, you moved in at an incredibly young age. This city is all you’ve known, and the nooks and crannies are home to you. Although the city sprawls far and wide, you mostly stick to the South San Maro, where you and most of your club members live and operate.
The world is at your fingertips. It's time to build a legacy.
DANIEL “DANE” WELTER JR. (M / 32)
The president and founder of HDMC, and your best friend. Or at least he was three years ago. If there’d been any bad blood brewing between you, the rest of the club hadn’t noticed. Extremely fiery personality, with a boisterous attitude towards everything. Unabashedly loud and without a filter, and uncannily laid back for someone labeled as one of the worst criminals in San Maro. You’ve been in a position where you had to remind him of the club responsibilities more than a few times, since he has a bad habit of rushing into new projects while the last is still in motion; Still, it’s clear that he cares deeply for the club, if the jail time didn’t already tip anyone off.
MONICA “MONA” WASHINGTON (F / 28)
The best, and undefeated SGT at Arms of HDMC, also the last member of the San Maro Original three, including you and Dane. A passionate woman with a sharp tongue that can twist you into submission just as well as her brawn could; Mona is not one to trifle with. She takes protecting the club seriously, and has no qualms with getting on the offense first. Has a bit of a bad habit of being sarcastic and brash, even outright rude, but there’s a lot of appreciation behind her merciless teasing. Usually the one to look after the newest prospects, to whip them into shape and see that they obey the club laws. The best company to go riding or drinking with.
ANGEL ROJAS (M|F / 33)
Relentless, that’s a word to describe Angel, the hand of justice the city has sicced on your club’s case. They’ve been a thorn in your since the day you grew into a small group, and somehow always seem to know when your meetings take place, and where you’re exchanging goods, Many speculate that the gumshoe was once a biker themselves, but turned a page towards the lawful after an incident; But those are just rumor mills, something to justify the fright they give every time they show up at a good deal soon to go bad. Then again, they approach none of you outside the shady dealings, and you’ve enjoyed a relatively solitary life without their watching eyes on you.
SAM “PROSPIE” O’HALLORAN (NB / 22)
The newly initiated member of HDMC after a long, grueling year of proving themselves and sinking into the more criminal sides of your operations. They’re still soft-spoken around you and the president, but otherwise they get along with most everyone in the club. The baby-face causes a lot of confusion on the road, but they take it in stride and have teased some of the older members about how they won’t look a day older than twenty-five, even in their fifties. Has an uncanny talent for defusing situations, and the addition of them in the club has reduced the in-house malicious fight by at least five percent - which both irritates and impresses Mona. Still getting used to more powerful engines, but knows how to ride without falling.
“THIRTEEN” (? / ??)
Thirteen is an enigma. They show up one day, stay a while, and then they’re gone for eight weeks straight. Your local source for the devil’s lettuce and other illicit substances, they’ve been working for and with you for the past two years, yet never shows up without full protective gear and full-face helmet with impossibly dark visors. It adds to the mystique if they weren’t insanely careless with their life otherwise; Never have you seen such reckless driving and disregard to their mortal soul, and their deals take place in broad daylight. Still, their loyalty has earned them an honorary membership in the Dogs, even if they don’t wear the colors.
I don't care about your money baby. I don't care about your cars. As you can see for yourself, I'm a rock and roll star. And while you read your little black book, busy making plans, I'm out playing every night. I've got a million fans. Now that I'm leaving baby, how does that feel? Now that I'm leaving baby, how does that feel?
You got a lot of girls that you call your friends. You're always joking baby. At least you pretend that it don't mean a thing. I know that ain't true. Someone's told me something about Geena and you. Now that I'm leaving baby, how does that feel? Now that I'm leaving baby, how does that feel?
𝙃𝘿𝙄𝙁… 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙩 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡 (LINK IN BIO) I bottle my motions in 90% of the time. The only times I’ve ever expressed my full emotions are when I’m laughing or putting the vocals on these songs. But looking at myself in the mirror and seeing the people around me grow makes me really think about my life. This song is dedicated to those who have lost their ways and are trying to find that confidence and glow back in their life. Sometimes I forget that we only have one life to live and we shouldn’t let other people or different circumstances put you down. You have to have a really good spine in this life and no matter how many times we’re knocked down, we get back back up. 🦅 Saiabolo - HDIF (Explicit) Prod. by: @instroondabeat @prodbyvtomic • • • #hiphop #rap #HDIF #history #getbackup https://www.instagram.com/p/ClgXiGGuQQE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Beautiful person award! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. <33
Ignoring the facts about Zoom being dangerous as it is said it steals info from you and shares it… I was in my first zoom party a couple of days ago.
HDIF or How Does It Feel to be loved, has guests djs once in a while on an online live stream. This time it was with the one and only Stephin Merrit.
He dj’ed for about an hour although I was present at the zoom streaming only for 20 minutes. (You can chose to be in the zoom or just listen to it) There were like 300 listeners and from those about 100 on zoom.
It was fun to see how others acted in front of the camera and with such good music. I kind of wanted to dance, maybe next time.
Found some great music and it was lovely that he closed with Belle and Sebastian.
Some bangers he shared with us:
Plug Me In · Add N To (X)
The man who dies everyday - Ultravox
Erase you- ESG soooo good
The Cooks of cakes and kindness - The Californians
Watching you without me - Kate Bush (Finally a song I like)
Rainbow Tree- The lemon pipers
They Saw The Fat One Coming - Strawberry Alarm Clock
Why is there no post about Amber’s 10th birthday party on Sunday?
Or Saturday’s trip to the South Bank to see Jacqueline Wilson talk?
Or seeing the awe-inspiring Kevin Rowland DJ at the always wonderful How Does It Feel To Be Loved the same night?
Or my visit to Science Fiction Theatre yesterday, watching The Thirteenth Floor?
All of which would normally deserve a full and frank discussion. Unfortunately, I’m in the midst of one of my regular attempts to copy all of the many years of content from my old website into this one.
There have been some problems with my stupc.co.uk domain being hacked and used to send tens of thousands of spam emails.
Fortunately, I pay my tech-genius friend Matt Shaw to deal with all that; but to save him some work I’m once again trying to get all of the old content migrated here, onto WordPress.
Most of it is done, but a large block from around 2007 still needs doing. It’s a finicky and repetitive job, but the reminders of Millie Carter, aged one year, are making me smile.
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