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I. Info about the game.

Action Jim, agent of P.E.A.C.E. (Peacekeeping, Espionage, Advanced Crime-Eradication) the Video Game. 

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Loosely based on the disputed 700-page autobiographical brick of retired jetpack commander and hyper agent Jim Dagger, Adapting Dagger's career highlights in nonsensical platform sidescroller format.

The game was released on the short-lived 80's 32-bit video game console WHITE ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM by WHITE TEC, the company most known for their AI-simulating software and their armored late founder, superhero Ted White, the White Knight.

The game itself has been described [by whom?] as a tasteless cash grab, especially for it's Level 4 depiction of the First Desert War, a level omitted from the Nintendo and SEGA ports. Some [who?] believe the purpose of the game and other tie-ins was to further discredit former agent Dagger's already outlandish claims and accusations against his former imperialist paymasters. With Dagger's subsequent disappearance, we may never know.

East of Little Transylvania is the part of Irving City known as Necro Town. While Little Transylvania is an out-and-proud designated Vampire part of town, only around 5% of the population can actually said to be actual Vampires by blood. The real number is unclear, of course, due to the sheer amount of V-culture hanger-ons, other creatures of the night and followers of the Books of Cain.

Necro Town is, on the other hand, 25% vampire and God-knows-how-many percent collateral damage also touched by the dark and predatory world. A world that resides in the shade of the V-culture and what it attracts. Necro Town has it's origins in the AIDS-epidemic of the 80's. The Vampire breed, crippled by the disease, voluntarily segregated their sick to a few less appealing blocks. Today, downtrodden vampires unable to cope with their expensive thirst often find themselves "banished" to Necro Town and to it's abject squalor. 

The average lifespan of vampires in Necro Town is brief. Aspiring V-hunters and human supremacists often consider a hunting trip to Necro Town their initiation into their warrior lifestyle. Police mostly turn a blind eye. Ghoul-stage vampires have little to offer society and little incentive to complain to authorities. Suicide-by-sun is often the only choice for broken vampires. There is no count of how many vampires meet this fate every morning, but the alleys have no lack of dusty silhouettes or charred spots where they went up. New residents sweep away the dusty remains of their predecessors and move into their makeshift cardboard coffins. There have been reports of children kicking away these impromptu sun-shields and laughing gleefully while watching their victims scream in agony as they are consumed by the so-called Ra Curse. 

The bartering system between destitute vampires and their homeless human counterparts, blood for scavenged food, is made difficult or even impossible by business owners draping their property and garbage in garlic and refusal to grant invitations. While the law does not condone such discrimination, remaining quiet when asked for right of entry is hardly a crime. The few Korean storekeepers still holding fort behind bulletproof glass are willing to stake all comers to protect their business.

Common in Necro town are the prostitute Brides. Distinct from the outlawed and mindless flesh-golems of yore, they nonetheless share a common origin in the network of science-castles scattered across Eastern Europe two centuries ago. Far from mindless; these "Brides" are said to channel the ancient muses and oracles of long dead beliefs. They have more to offer their customers than the narrow appeal of cold and temporarily subservient flesh. Most adherents of religion, Judeo-Christian or otherwise, would consider congress with these creatures sacrilegious and even the most liberal non-believers would admit some sliver of Necrophilia could be read into their appeal, no matter how good the conversation is purported to be.

Temples of surprising architectural quality, erected by tribes of Brides, have been found in the labyrinthine Alleyways of Necro town. These spots of anarchic disregard of Construction Permits are less surprising in their costly shroud when we consider that Brides crave neither addictive drugs, nor food. It is true that they keep their minds intact with a mysterious blend of scavenged Pharmaceutical drugs, but these are of no great cost or scarcity. Close to a hundred percent of their nightly income goes back to their secretive community and to, some say, covert wars among the different Bride-tribes.

Currently, the location of their residency is unknown to authorities, though some hearsay tells of a move of quarters and temples to the vast underground caves and man-made tunnels that'd surely swallow the city if it were earthquake country. Topside temples have been set for demolition by city officials.

It is unknown if there is a "Grand Pimp" in the center of this coalition of holy prostitution. If so, he has yet to show his face. Brides are largely impervious to harm and are capable of stitching together their own cold flesh if needed. What tells of some substantial protection is the fact that they are mostly left to their own devices by criminals, vampires or otherwise. 

Last week, wannabe monster hunter and bipolar narcissist David Ashton Wylie was found dead with his head driven through a brick wall. Perhaps he made the fatal mistake of taking his monster killer act to the Brides, or perhaps this is just the way things go in Necro Town. The forensic investigation has been made difficult by the fact that opportunist vampires drained the body completely, perhaps while Wylie was still fighting for his life. Perhaps the only witnesses are now a layer of ash in an occupied cardboard coffin.

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