Shadows of Krung Thep
Krung Thep Maha Nakon
City of angles, great city of immortals, magnificent city of the nine gems, seat of the king, city of royal palaces, home of the gods incarnate, erected by Vishvakarman at Indra's behest….
The sun flickers over Siam, and Bangkok casts both the brightest light and the darkest shadows.
Krung Thep, where corporate interests vie for power, cultures clash, mysticism and superstition reign supreme, police look the other way and all pay deference to the Monarch.
Where righteous corporate arcologies and architectural masterpieces of skytower construction rival the ancient and shining gold Wats, it becomes hard to see who is the real master of the people. The international corporations that keep the economy afloat, or the mystic gods, religions, and spirits whispered and prayed to by everyone?
Bangkok, filled with people of all creeds. The flotsam of Asia finds its way into the city looking for a better life or fleeing a more certain fate. Those poor souls that do not fall victim to the rampant drug trade, trafficking, Triad influence, Seoulpa ring meddling, or Vory and Yakuza turf wars might be able to eek an existence amongst the rest of the sludge that lives crowded along the river banks and in the slums. Those with skills and legal standing can find luxurious life in the glittering towers, crystal malls, and decadent palaces. Those with just skills might still find themselves in the employ of the corporations, or whoever can pay them, as illegal and criminal mercenary operatives. Everyone else will be churned with the rest of the trash into the sea.
Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never, ever, cut a deal with a dragon.