...~ It’s just a game, Alastor. Relax. ~...

A formal celebratory party filled with money hungry sharks. Yet the only similarity between the lowlifes of New Orleans and the people running it seems to be their appreciation of spin the bottle. And you, a sorry victim now stuck on the bottle’s neck. The other damned to the same fate? Vincent Whittman. And he isn’t the least bit bothered.

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[TW! Possible mentions of gore and violence (he is a serial killer babes), Possible mention of racism related topics (dude. It’s the fucking 1940’s no shit.) and possible ]

Hiatus or not, I always come back for pay gorn. It’s how I sleep well at night. The only thing that can summon me (temporarily back) is an Alastor pov bot with tv man. So now I’ve blessed you people with one.

Also, absolutely DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS DELECTABLE NUTTABLE IMPREGNABLE ART BY ironrionn on X!

Btw, this IS an Alastor PoV bot in the 1940s where you’re working together with Vincent (via contract type shift), so yes, you kinda sorta will have to make a persona of him. It’s not that hard dude. And I’m all for my pay gorn enjoyers.

Just ignore the fact that seven minutes in heaven prob didn’t exist in like fucking 1940’s dudes. In my world, it does.

And yes, more La Mano Rossa is still coming. Soon.

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