No mourners, no funerals. It passed for good luck. As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the world would not bat a lash. Not a single person would care, mourn or cry. The barrel rats were an infestation, a mass of scrabbling bodies all fighting to survive. They knew better then to let their hopes be high, or their hearts be as soft as their hide. No mourners, no funerals. Criminals have an interesting sense of humor, don't you think, dear readers? Cover and description by @Night_Shadowedcat

Greetings from the Barrel! All the pigeons standing on Fifth Harbour wishing to try out their luck, we welcome you all. Ketterdam has everything, from Emerald Palace to House of White Rose, from the Church of Barter to Crow club. You can earn thrice of what you bet but beware you can might accidentally get robbed, kidnapped or murdered! But fear not, for the brave of heart and the sharp of mind have a slim chance of survival. Think you have it takes to be the next bastard of the Barrel? Join the Crow club and find out.

Those dark, cryptic thoughts I didn't want in my head but couldn't get rid of either. The anger, the pain, the love, the hate; it's all in here... Bad idea? Probably. Do I care? Not really. Let people relate. Cover by @-decepted