Located in amongst Boomtown’s oldest buildings, the Jobcentre emerged during the town’s gold rush fuelled heyday as a means of supplying the area’s biggest industries with a steady stream of vetted labour. A radical innovation in its day and an archetype of things to come it prided itself on finding work for all those that had travelled long and far for a better life after hearing of the rapidly e
xpanding town’s flourishing prosperity; and all in return for a meager 30% cut of their wages! Boom and bust followed, and with it the Jobcentre’s fortunes; but it wasn’t until the aliens arrived that everything got weird. Following the extraterrestrial invasion of 2011 residents began to notice the presence of some rather unusual immigrants on their streets. There was little to complain about at first and Boomtown’s citizens quickly became accustomed to this new wave of pioneers with their interesting culture and strange, but sometimes useful talents. Steadily though, as ever more of the aliens arrived the town’s own citizens started to find it more difficult to find employment, often discriminated against for their reluctance to work 36 hour shifts or squeamishness regarding ‘workplace accidents’. With the economy barely growing and so few real jobs up for grabs, attempting to support the town’s unemployed citizens became an ever more difficult task in itself. Left with few other options it was forced to look further afield into the world of opportunities offered by Boomtown’s vibrant black market…
As time passed and the Jobcentre searched for ever more dubious employment opportunities to offer as work, its managers became increasingly entangled in Boomtown’s nefarious underworld and the riches it afforded. What was once a legitimate enterprise had become a one-stop shop for any gangster that needed a ‘job’ doing; its original intent perverted into little more than a front for a criminal distribution network operating at the epicentre of Boomtown’s corrupt underbelly. Calling all potential outlaws, hustlers and mobsters... do you have what it takes to rise up the ranks from small time thievery to gangland infamy? Whether you’re looking to make links with fellow crooks in the striplight utopia of our incapacity benefits area or reckon you’re ghetto enough to take up the challenge of running scores, we’ll be expecting your call. Office hours: 12pm - 6pm including weekends. Out of office hours dependant on notoriety and disrepute.
