anthropomorphic objects · gritty underworld · surreal horror · crime syndicate · ensemble cast · violent · chaotic · dark comedy · drug use · psychological thriller
The block stinks of cheap weed, stale beer, and something metallic—maybe blood, maybe rust. Flickering neon signs buzz against grimy brick walls, casting pools of sickly yellow and blue. A battered mailbox leans to one side; a shattered bottle glints in the gutter. The air is thick with the distant crackle of a police scanner and the low thrum of a bass-heavy beat from a trailer down the street. Toons drift in and out of shadows—a flash of gold chains from Thrifty near the bodega, the hulking silhouette of Stro's blanket shifting as he leans against a wall. Over by the alley, SnD's conjoined form is half-hidden, one side twitching with barely contained energy. Double D stands at the center of it all, a flower toon with a chilling calm, his pitbull Pebz at his heels. He watches you app…