Campaign:Hotlanta REDUXXX

The Story

Atlanta, Georgia. Home of the Braves, Coca-Cola, T-Pain, and probably the nastiest nightwalkers you've ever run into. The gem of the south-east is a self-contained nexus that swears no allegiance to any of the old traditions and instead encapsulates itself and the surrounding states in its own game. The hot nights of Georgia are the backdrop for Atlanta's own partie de la nuit.

In 1996, during the Olympic games, Atlanta suffered a bio-terrorist attack that would forever change the landscape of the city. A drug known as "Blood Dust" was introduced to Atlanta's local drug scene. A chemical off-shoot of cocaine, "Blood Dust" was twice as potent and twice as deadly. The drug would eventually find its way out of the Atlanta ghettos and into the hands of suburban teenagers, Buckhead yuppies, East-Atlanta hipsters, and Doraville Korean convenience store owners. Soon, nearly an 1/8th of Atlanta's population was addicted to the drug. It did not take long for the undesired effects of the drug to kick in as addicts began to to develop a taste for actual blood. At first, the cannibalistic murders only occurred in parts of DeKalb, but then addicts started attacking non-addicts, and those non-addicts, drained of most of their blood, would come back as vengeful, crimson-eyed monsters.

Then the fires started. More than half of the city was engulfed in fire. A decision supposedly made by the U.S. Army, the fire burned down a majority of the city and took all of the addicts with it. According to research conducted by the CIA, the addicts synapses' were unable to register pain, and their bodies were so dense that they absorbed bullets, but their skin seemed to catch fire easily and burn quickly. Fires were then started in the dens where the monsters congregated. Unfortunately, the army had forgotten to factor in the dry, summer heat that Atlanta was experiencing then, and the fires go out of control. Soon, most of the city was up in flames as its denizens prayed for rain to put out the flames. Eventually, the fires died out and re-construction began. Buildings, families, businesses, and friendships were rebuilt, if not created from the ashes of the fires. Atlanta's economy boomed as a sense of brotherhood spread throughout the city with everyone pitching in to help.

Atlanta stopped being Hotlanta and became Phoenix City.

At least, that's what the kine like to believe. To the vampires of the city, the story is vastly different. The addicts weren't addicts at all, but a new breed of kindred that had been manufactured from a mix of blood magic, science, and a deadly tradition known to only the eldest of nightwalkers. The kindred of the city tried to contain it at first, but the disease spread. More and more mortals fell to the embrace of the monsters and soon they turned on their masters. They did not discriminate between their own kind or others. As long as it had a beating heart, it was for dinner. When things looked at their worst for the kindred of the city, three neonates stood up to take back the night. The managed to get the kindred of the city out of Atlanta under the nose of the army and find a way to revert the monsters. Unfortunately, their discovery would die with them in the fires. They were immortalized as heroes for the kindred and dubbed "The G-Unit."

It's 2010. Atlanta is nearing completion. People are celebrating, business is booming, the people are singing. What they don't know is that the streets are slowly becoming red, that there is a new menace in town.

Hotlanta slowly comes closer to facing her reduxxx.