Somewhere, Beyond the Sea..

A thriving city, where the artist is free from the boot of the censor, where the businessman has no legal shackles holding them back.

As a response to the crippling Great Depression, a business mongrel named *Mike Underwood*, CEO of the futuristics empire which had many politicians in a chokehold, known as Kashmir Industries, were the ones getting the essentials of American society during this period of economic failure. He was making an extreme profit, almost surpassing Rockefeller in terms of wealth, but it wasn't enough. He was still subject to heavy tax by the IRS, even with specific bills being passed in relation to important taxes by his company.

How was he going to lead America, not just America, but the entire civilized western world into the future with bureau-aquatinted big wigs harassing his company's flow of money?

The proposition of a truly free American enclave was one of his first thoughts, and his most beloved. He was adamant about this project; even threatening to kill the entire company, which the government knew would be removing one of the last straws of their economy's footing, so they had no choice but to approve the man's vision of utopia.

This is where you are; a down on your luck P.I, working in the underbelly of the supposed paradise.