Themes: racism, capitalism, cursed genius, lack of social skills
Andy is the brilliant one. The exceptional, talented, protected, yet gloomy sibling of the Maier clan is always one step ahead when it comes to planning business strategies and crushing competitors. Most importantly, Andy is also a designer, bringing a solid second stream of revenue into their pockets.
Andy advises Tylor, the leader of the family company - because for Andy, in their right mind, life is like a very straightforward board game. It is just a question of planning enough moves ahead, and the numbers are _simple_. But dealing with their own relationships, feelings, and inner demons is a whole different ball game. Not to mention the substances Andy uses to quiet the voices in their head…
Everybody who lives in La Cage is mostly poor and desperate. The families and professionals living in Apartment Blocks are the ones who really try to keep some semblance of normality in their lives. The Block A is the wealthier one - it consists of people that are sure to have food even next week but are not entirely sure if they can get medical care in times of need. All while enjoying the luxury of reliable electricity and mostly repaired windows. The people living here have at least some "power" due to their jobs, but almost everybody is afraid that their little slice of paradise will be taken from them by relocation to a different flat.
Life in La Cage could never be called easy, but nothing takes the edge off like a little something to tickle the brain. The Druggies are less a formal group and more a handful of users that found themselves in the same grim alley every day to take the edge off before the corners got too crisp. Whether trying to escape or enhance reality, to get a grip or lose it, the Druggies explore the fractals behind their own eyelids, may it lead to enlightenment or their own destruction. The users of the group are enabled by the suppliers that take advantage of them: manufacturers and smugglers with their own agendas. Should the users ever manage to get it together, they might find some clever ideas to turn the tables.
“You matter. Shit happens and it can be hard to get back on your feet. This is when addiction catches you. Now remember sister, brother: you are not alone. You will never be any more. In our Addicts Anonymous meetings, we always listen with care, love, and respect. What is told and done within the circle stays within the circle, no matter what.
We care. You are safe. You matter.”
True living is done with drugs, music, and giving not even a little bit about what your parents or neighbors might say. The wild youth of Revachol. Life is supposed to be HARDCORE TO THE MAX, which means drinking, drugs, sex, dancing, and anodic music.
As part of the hardcore underground scene, you’ll have a strong purpose in life. The party will never end and you can always be a shining star. Or can you? What if the grey mist of reality sets in? When dawn breaks end the sun lights up the corroded nature of your life, will you still be the life of the party?
