The Seattle sprawl in the ‘80s is just as drek-hot as it ever was. Some of the places and faces have changed over the past 30 years of shadows. But the Sprawl is still the same violently bloodthirsty animal that will eat you alive and screaming if you aren’t careful when walking its streets.
There are those who struggle to rise up out of the Barrens, those who cut throats in the corporate suburbs to stay alive, and those who stare down from the skyscrapers at the ants who mindlessly slave away to keep them on the top. All of these people have one thing in common, though…
They are willing to risk it all and walk on the wild side, the bleeding edge, and hang tight to the hope that they will come out on the other side ahead. Or at least alive.