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THE PITCH

The daytime sky is the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. The night feels somehow more alive, the light of neon billboards dancing within the refraction of a seemingly constant rainfall. Still, the human masses move like diseased cells through the city's asphalt veins, steel bones, and glass skin. When they're not busy at their jobs — or trying to eat, drink, and fuck the pain away — they're at war. If not in the high-rise boardrooms with weaponized wealth, then in the tenebrous alleyways with blade and bullets.

But beyond the veil of corporate intrigue and street-level violence lies a more malevolent force. Obscured from the eyes of humanity are the accursed horrors that stalk the night, engorged with stolen blood. These creatures have long held influence over mortals, using them as pawns in a never-ending opera of sanguinarian lust and betrayal. Of course, the undead enjoy decades — if not centuries — to watch their Machiavellian schemes play out, often creating war that's just as cold as their hearts.

Party Monsters is a hemo-erotic exploration of personal and political horror, set to the backdrop of mid 80s American culture. Shown through a lens darkly, this is a retrospective dystopia, where greed is good, unknown diseases invade our bodies, computers take our jobs, and everyone is racing toward Armageddon. This is high-speed history, where yesterday becomes yesteryear in the blink of an eye. This is a World of Darkness...

ONE MORE THING

• For additional insight into the tone of our Chronicle and its setting, please see Page XX, The Eighties Retold, and New York by Night.

• All other inquiries should be directed to our Storyteller(s):
  Allison Bloome.