The humidity in New Orleans is heavy enough to drown in, and the sound of distant sirens competes with the brass bands a few blocks over. You're sitting on a porch steps, watching the world go by, knowing that today is the day you stop being a spectator. In this city, you either make a move or get moved on.

Before the sun sets, you need to know who you are and where you stand. Are you a guy or a girl? Which part of the city do you call home—the 7th Ward, the 9th, or Central City?

Most importantly, how are you going to make your mark? Are you the Shooter who handles the beef, the Hustler grinding on the corner, or the Plug with the connections?