Welcome to the Hood. It has been 27 years since the nine Wu-Tang masters arose to dominate Shaolin and the surrounding countryside. For a brief but glorious period, peace and plenty reigned across the land. But now the Wu-Tang masters have retreated into seclusion. It is a lawless time. Gangs have divided the land into countless shifting territories and protectorates, turf held only by the power of a crew’s style and the force of its rep. From the fortress island of Shaolin in the south, to the Boogie Down — the ancient homeland — in the north, from Chilltown in the west and Strong Island to the east, 60,000 soldiers slang, bang and battle across the city.
Domino-resolved rap-gang gang-war in NYC. (Requires a set of double-6 dominoes.)