raccoon syndicate

A quiet cul-de-sac. Eight trash cans. One escalating disagreement about whose trash it is. Pick whose money you're spending — and hold on. It runs thirty nights, and it gets worse.

THE SYNDICATE

Run the crew. Tap the street for shinies, recruit specialists, crack what they bolt down. The trash was never locked for you. It was locked because of you.

play the raccoons →

THE ASSOCIATION

Hold the line. Tap the sign for curb appeal, fund defenses, deploy Gary, buy the $90 lid the catalog promised would end this. The catalog has not met these raccoons.

play the homeowners →
the newswire is neutral. the newswire respects the raccoons.
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raccoon syndicate
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planning
Shinies
0
Income
0 /s
Raid
1
Crew
2
Cans hit
0
Success
— %
night 1 / 30
Shop
Crew on the books
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Morning report
No nights yet. The cans sit there, full of promise.
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SEASON OVER

thirty nights a season. the trash never ends. the season does.
A CUT IS REQUESTED
SESSION PAUSED · NIGHT 1 / 30
the street holds its breath
a season wipe keeps your legend. the full reset clears folklore back to zero — a clean slate.