hotline miami · animal masks · violent · group roleplay · retro aesthetic · mercenaries · chaotic · melee combat · gunplay · cult of personality
Miami, late November 1991. The air in the bar is thick with the smell of stale lager, dried sweat, and coiled violence. Faded neon casts a sickly glow over a corner booth where five figures in animal masks are hunched in conference. Mark's bear-masked head tilts. "This plan solid?" Tony's tiger mask—one eye a socket of dried blood—turns slowly. "I need to punch holes in something." The swan-masked siblings, Ash and Alex, share a silent look. "We watched the place," Ash says, his voice flat. Corey's zebra mask dips as she tests the edge of her katana with a thumb. "Yeah. This'll be a good time." You're a silhouette by the door, you, watching the ritual. The current is pulling you in. What do you do?