If you've read many of the comments, I'm sure you know by now that the game can be lacking of many things. But let me tell you, if you're able to look past the (many) faults, you can find a real gem underneath. It gives you a fair challenge: to rule the city of New Temperance. It's an ugly, block-y, dangerous, unwelcoming and the only good bar went up in smokes because of an 'electrical malfunction'. But by god, it is YOUR s***hole. And as long as you can find 'honest' workers to manage your 'flower shop', you know you can make it big! When you start a week, you must distribute orders to your lieutenants. That's right, most of the action is organised by your trusted right-hand men or women, and only occasionally must you direct individual members. But as for the orders, there are almost all imaginative 'business practices' you can think of: the ever popular extortion, beat up and smash up business, raid to get a few bucks from the local bank without the need to wait in line, and sometimes a loose mach can get a whole tenement block pacified. But you need to mach your force with brains, or you will likely only attract the scorn of residents and the watchful eye of the police. So you must expand with only the ever present threat of extreme retribution, without actually getting your hands dirty. Set up speakeasies masqueraded as respectable restaurants and casinos behind banks - after all, a Tommy gun can fire only as long as it has ammunition to spare, and that ain't cheap. But as you set up a comfortable operation, have a few judges and district attorneys in your pocket and talk friendly with the chief of police, you may want to go to the next logical step: run for office. Here's where the thing gets good. As you must convince the people of New Temperance that you're the right guy for the job, you must also make sure other godfathers don't ruin it for you. If you bribe (or own) the local teamsters and control most of the reporters, you can be sure that the people will hear only the best about you. And if a serious accident happens to befall your worst rival, who's to blame, am I right? And as you walk towards the podium as the newly elected mayor, you keep hearing the approving voice of your late father as he tells you: real power is never given... It's taken!
