Graybridge City, a rain-soaked 1960s noir sprawl where a taxi isn’t just transport: it’s access. You play the driver; the sim plays the city: dispatch calls, passengers, cops, unions, speakeasies, and families that run whole districts on favors and fear. The needle flirting with empty, the engine running hot, a patrol car lingering too long, an envelope that feels heavier than it should. Every shift branches into new trouble and new opportunities, endlessly: honest runs, dirty errands, quiet rescues, backroom deals, and the slow math of who owns who in a town built on corruption.

"modern" fantasy is optional but adaptable!

(YEs, i decided to make a fucking simulator, why? Eh, why not, i wanted to play one, so i made one.)