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The Kitchen Sink
'The Kitchen Sink' is a 'slice of life' game set in the fictional city of Shaddingham sometime in the 1980s. The concept of the game is rooted in the experience of the British working class of the period.It is a time of social, cultural and economic upheaval. Whilst in some parts of the country wealth increases as the middle classes become a nation of home owners and shareholders in the industrial heartlands of the North communities are left to decay. Thriving towns and villages become ghost towns overnight as industry closes leaving communities shattered. Unemployment is rife, each day is a struggle to survive. The government wages war on trade unions, crushing the power of collective struggle. Families and communities are ripped apart, bitterly turning friends and colleagues against each other.
It is a time of civil unrest. Stop and search laws disproportionately targets the black community. Young women and men are automatically assumed to be criminals by a racist police force. Elements of a disenfranchised white working class blame their neighbours for their problems, not recognising the issues that affect them, affect all in their community. Irish Republicanism brings violence and terror to mainland Britain.
And yet, weeds grow through the cracks in the concrete. There is joy, laughter, happiness. It is a time of change. There are victories. In the workplace, in the home, in the bedroom. There are the shoots of acceptance within the community regarding sexuality, even if the conversations remain hard. Bosses may win the war, but there are plenty of battles to be won. Life may be grim, but you're all in it together....(and the music is good too!)
Your characters are the poor, the dispossessed, the vulnerable. You are the single parent making the choice between eating and heating. You are the unemployed youth hanging around on the corner with nothing to look forward to. You are the junkie robbing the vulnerable. You are the squatters opening up abandoned spaces to live in. You are on the picket line having called for a wildcat strike. You are dying from a virus no-one really understands yet.
You have real troubles and real daily problems. You are ordinary - unnoticeable even. People like you are ignored on the news, except for a barely veiled contempt for things that matter to you.
These are stories of redemption and of healing. Stories of people left behind in a world changing to fast for them.
You have wonderful, amazing stories to tell. You are beautiful.