Indigo City

Indigo night, blue moon, Lightning roulette has become the world. The sky in neon is no stars. Everyone is betting and no one is sleeping. High bets for strange jackpot, who won ... almost will be God. The moment comes the last signal, everyone bet, beggar is king. In The Shepherd is this roulette, everyone makes his thin bill. Sins are not a joke, and the jackpot is just ... pure Soul. Angels bright around players circle, watch for scams, sins count. And for Earth it's a heavy load, huge bets - a boiling sausage. Exit found it from the problem: in indigo colored is ... ointment!