Post by Feliciano Vargas on Feb 6, 2011 23:06:54 GMT -8
Las Vegas is now home to the newly reawakened Underground - that is far more big, bad and nasty than it ever was in the 1920's or in all of those mafia movies your grandparents watched before the War. Gambling, drugs, women and cutthroats are lurking at every corner and in the dark alleyways, all looking for the same thing: your stuff. If they have to use you, addict you or kill you for it, it doesn't matter to them so long as they get that extra blanket, that extra dried meat or whatever little things you have on you that they can barter for themselves.
Rough and tough the Vargas family, a bloodline deep within the mafia business since the beginning, now run the town and have brought it to a flickering ember of it's former glory. A few of the casinos are now open for your bartering and spending pleasure. The trade in center's will accept almost anything in exchange for the battered plastic disks that survived the war, squirreled away in the vault with all her gamblers.
Out of the alleyways that don't house men and woman with knives up their sleeves the light of the occasional cat house beacons weary travelers into the bosoms of their ladies - and occasional man for the ladies.
And of course the entirety of one of the most lavish casinos have been converted into the Vargas family headquarters. The Don and his family get the best suites up top, layers of security between them and the lower levels. Gotta keep the family safe after all~
Though it isn't uncommon to see one of both of the Vargas grandsons running around the town, usually on errands for their grandfather. Or, in the case of the younger when he runs for the road out of Vegas, starring into the distance when news of a passing caravan is heard, something far less sinister and maybe a little more... forlorn?
Rough and tough the Vargas family, a bloodline deep within the mafia business since the beginning, now run the town and have brought it to a flickering ember of it's former glory. A few of the casinos are now open for your bartering and spending pleasure. The trade in center's will accept almost anything in exchange for the battered plastic disks that survived the war, squirreled away in the vault with all her gamblers.
Out of the alleyways that don't house men and woman with knives up their sleeves the light of the occasional cat house beacons weary travelers into the bosoms of their ladies - and occasional man for the ladies.
And of course the entirety of one of the most lavish casinos have been converted into the Vargas family headquarters. The Don and his family get the best suites up top, layers of security between them and the lower levels. Gotta keep the family safe after all~
Though it isn't uncommon to see one of both of the Vargas grandsons running around the town, usually on errands for their grandfather. Or, in the case of the younger when he runs for the road out of Vegas, starring into the distance when news of a passing caravan is heard, something far less sinister and maybe a little more... forlorn?