additional tags and/or warnings, if you're into that sort of thing:
i hope you like politics, seriously i hope you like politics, the gritty reboot as directed by Martin Scorsese, violence murder and betrayal, these nicknames are ridiculous, casual racism by white people against other white people, protip: they weren't terribly nice to women in the 1800s, fact checked to death and still broken, speaking of broken: third person omniscience is hard, the more you know: brooklyn was its own city until 1898, this is important, "the king of new york" being an embarrassingly literal title now( Chapter 1: Jack, RacetrackCollapse )
Here's an experiment not meant to offend anyone: if you like this fic, rec it to your friends, because I'll post the next chapter
a) upon 100 pageviews (I'll keep count for everyone since I'll be x-post spamming this to, like, 3 different platforms)
b) upon receiving 300 (cumulative) words in comments which I hope isn't being unreasonable
c) in the most plausible circumstance, in exactly 1 month (July 30th) since I sincerely doubt this'll draw enough traffic for either a) or b)
Because goddamnit, I'm a feedback whore, I want attention, and I totally apologise for that, sorry.