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 The world's gone to poo poo. The crooks run the Corps – the Corps own the cops – and the cops are all crooks. Maybe out in the country side or the desert or whatever it’s different – but nobody ever leaves the city. There's never been this much tech floating around, everyone is connected to everything else in the city, yet people are working longer hours for less pay every year. Doesn't add up, huh? It just keeps getting bigger. By day the city is a faint pink sun hanging in thick grey fog. By night the streets are all neon glowing, Cybercotics and take-out stops. And above it all, just out of sight but never out of mind, The Nexus covers everything.  What is Apocalypse World? Apocalypse World is an amazing roleplaying game by a dude named Vince Baker. There are a whole load of games going on in the forum right now, and there's good reason for it - it does MOST things better than any other game on the market. There is also, more recently, Dungeon World - a rehash of the rules and setting that is the mother game crossed with old school D&D. What is Cyber World? I did this. It's not a full game like the other two, its just a minor modification to Apocalypse World. The second post of the thread will be a list of all the changes, but they are mostly just name changes and palette swaps to make the characters fit the setting better. What IS the setting? You tell me! A large part of it will come about through player decisions and answers to various questions I might pose you. You guys are all part of the GIGANTIC underclass living in a major city anywhere in the world. What is Cyberpunk? Cyberpunk is a name applied to a large selection of novels, art and movies. Nueromancer, Snow Crash, Blade Runner, Akira, are all typical examples. Pretty much all you need to know is that Corps (corporations) are bad and exploitative, the only police force are private security firms who will kill you for no reason, there is disease and death and drug-addiction everywhere, and everyone has wireless internet ports plugged into their skulls. Also most stuff you own physically now - drugs, pets, maybe family, will all have digital versions in the future. Look at a specially configured barcode and you'll get high. Think weird and interesting. Just like Apocalypse World. Sounds real nerdy! A'yup!  Recruitment I'm going to take between four and eight guys. I don't like long recruitment because I get excited and hate waiting, so I'll probably only keep this open a few days or so, less than a week for sure. Get sheets up quick and we can start having fun. I'm looking for people who can post regularly. Part of the charm of AW is the pace, and its a lot more fun if its at least a bit hectic. I'd expect a post or two a day from people really, and because there is no initiative order, things will move on without you. If somebody posts a lot, they get a lot of the action. If you don't you don't. That said, I realize people have commitments and stuff, myself included. What are the differences between Apocalypse World and Cyber World?! Check the next post dummy! What do I need to post to apply? A bio of whatever length you like, a block of stats, and a picture. Captain_Indigo fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2012 around 01:41 |
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Ch-ch-ch-changes The Stats Cool – Calm, level-headed, confident, calculating, rational. Hard – Vicious, cold, aggressive, powerful, strong in body and mind. Smooth (use in place of Hot) – Hot, beautiful, subtle, sleazy, sexy, captivating, slimy. Sharp – Perceptive, concentrated, ready, skilled. Wired (use in place of Weird) – A Nexus-Head, techno, genius, lucky, strange. HX – Shared history. How well one character knows another. Classes Aside from Quarentine and Marmot, every class from the Original and Limited Edition playgroups is represented. They have different names though, and some of their moves have different names too, so find something you like and throw a sheet together like you would for AW. Street Surgeon (Angel) – “Joe Half-Eye comes kicking the door down at 3 AM and oh poo poo he looks in bad shape. His white shirt is red, his black skin is white, and he’s holding his insides in. Says he got gut-punched by a shotgun from some Security Tech rear end in a top hat over at the Boro-Tech plant. So I grab a dirty needle and thread, a cigarette lighter and a shot of morphine which I split with him 80/20 in his favour. He’s starting to look real bad though, so I spring for a new pair of plastic gloves.” • Sixth Sense > Medibot • Infirmary > Hackshop • Healing Touch > Nexus Injection • Angel Kit > Street Surgeon Kit Fatale (Battlebabe) – “Mr. Dent sees me from across the bar. He sends me a T saying he could eat me alive. Then he comes over. His hands are on my rear end and his breath is on my neck and he’s telling me my hair smells of honey and my skin looks like virgin snow. ‘Show me your dick, girl. You’re one of the good ones, huh, baby? But I bet you like to get dirty, right? Let me take you out back and show you how nasty I can be’. So I take him out back and show him how nasty I can be.” Decker (Brainer) – “Oh wow you know how to use The Nexus, you a big tough guy huh? gently caress you man, I gently caress The Nexus. I bend that bitch over and make her scream Hallelujah! You bought some lovely Chinese Nexus-Aid and now you can check your Jingle balance whenever you want just by thinking ‘bout it? Well guess what, mother fucker. Your jingle balance is zero. Nothin’. poo poo. Cause I went into your brain and took all your pass codes motherfucker. Cause I gently caress The Nexus.” • Unnatural Lust Fixation > Sexy Avatar • Casual Brain Receptivity > Online Background Check • Preternatural at-will Brain Attunement > Nexus Port Modification • Direct-Brain Whisper Projection > Port2Port Command • In-Brain Puppet Strings > Brain Trojan Gangbanger (Chopper) – “I own everything from West Ilgard to North Benford. The Norwegians got everything south of the river, and Gambit has his hold up in Xiao Heights. You want to walk through Cobweb Alley and pick up something nice and semi-legal to eat then brother you are paying me for the privilege of using that street. Nah man, don’t pay now, I trust ya. I got my boys on patrol, just give it to them some time and we’ll be fine.” • Gangbangers can take a Hover-bike instead of a bike. Transpo (Driver) – “1J gets you to the city limits. 2J gets you outside the city limits. I go as far as the next town, but bring some shades cause if you’ve never seen the sun properly before it’ll kill you. There’s an additional 1J price per head for every additional party, and yeah gently caress you that includes babies, I don’t care if they don’t take up a seat. There’s an additional 1J if you want to get there real quick. There’s an additional 2J if you want anything else not covered on the list. You try and screw me, I’ll put a gun in your mouth and paint my ride with your loving brain.” • Weather Eye > Gizmo • My Other Car is a Tank > My Other Car is Security Tech Gat Man (Gunlugger) – “I got in at 11 PM last night and passed out on the floor with the whisky bottle still in my hand. I’m sleeping, real peaceful mind, when some Security Tech – which ones are the gold star on green shield guys again? Anyway, some Security Tech kick off a gunfight with the South Street Lions. I don’t give a gently caress cause I hate them both, ‘cept I’m trying to sleep and this is going on right outside. So I reach out and grab the closest thing with a trigger, turns out its an auto-shot, and because I’m too tired to take the stairs, I jump out my loving window opening fire. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no hero or nothin’. I mean most the guys on both sides were already dead. But when I was done they were all dead. Then I went back to sleep.” • Battlefield Instincts > Pirate HUD Big Boss (Hardholder) – “My Papa, he moved here back when different countries meant something, back when not every big city was exactly the same. Pops had to learn a different language, can you imagine that poo poo? He joined the police back when that meant something. When he saw how that was going with the corps and the blue-flight to more expensive neighbourhoods, he started this place. Big Noodle. Folks would come here and for a little money they’d get something to eat, someplace to sit for a while, and protection from the elements. Now things are different, and people come here with a little money, get something to eat, a place to live, and protection from the killers and slashers.” Preacher (Hocus) – “World went to hell real fast, A’yus! They always said it would, A’yus! Well guess what ladies and gentlemen, I may not have all the answers, but I got a book. A book with all the answers, A’yus! Now yes, maybe it’s a little garbled, and yes, maybe its all just background static from The Nexus, and yes, maybe it’ll gently caress with whatever ports and jacks you got in your brain…but it’s the truth now. Some folks they come to me and they tell me, they say ‘Anj – that book o’ your is all scribbled and scrambled. All the references are all mixed up.’ But I tell them ‘sometimes it doesn’t matter what the message is, so long as you got one, A’yus?’ Now please all scan to page two-thirty-five and I will begin – ‘The one where Chandler and The Fonze parted the Red Sea’.” • Frenzy > Nexus Distortion • Charismatic > Personality Upgrade • loving Whacknut > Crossed Wires • Seeing Souls > Bat-poo poo Tinted Goggles • Divine Protection > Feedback Courier (Operator) – “The last forty eight hours have been IN-TENSE. Scored some hyperspeed off Ali, so me and JJ busted that out in Ambience. Then some of the security started getting heavy so we busted out. I took off running for some reason, probably the hyper, kept going ‘til I hit the skate park. Got in a fight with some jack-off over some girl, but next thing I know all three of us are riding this dude’s bike up to Liberty Lake cause I’ve told ‘em I’m the bomb at Mah-Jong and they want me to play this friend of theirs and make some Jingle. We knock on the door, the friend is loving Ali! He says we can play but asks me to deliver a glock to his buddy on the other side of the block. Don’t ask me why, but I take the skate park dudes bike and next thing I know there are Security everywhere cause the guy and the girl turned over a Jingle-Machine earlier that day and they’ve been tracking the GPS!” TechWhiz (Savy Head) – “Them Decker pricks can talk to The Nexus, but the problem they got is they don’t loving listen to it. The Nexus is a real sweetie, you have to treat him juuuuust right. A little compliment here, a twist there, a little tap round the corner and BAM – he’ll tell you all his secrets. Yeah sure you could try and hack some fellas brain, but when you gently caress up and he starts bleeding everywhere from eyes to rear end in a top hat, Security are gonna run the tracers on the signal and follow them back to you. Much easier to just ask the Nexus about the fella. It’s all about care.” • Things Speak > Online Scan • Bone Feel > In My Wires • Realities Fraying Edge > Raw Nexus Port • Spooky Intense > Good Listener • Deep Insights > Busted Brain Port • Much like Gear and Looks, the Workspace should be shaped by the player to better represent how they view their character. Companion (Skinner) – “They said The Nexus would bring people together, but in the end it just drove everyone apart. You had virtual everything, and when everything was virtual there was no need to go see people. Sometimes guys and gals get lonely, you know? They want something…fleshier…more real? And that’s when they come to me. Because the kind of experience I give… can’t be got over The Nexus. Not yet anyway.” • Lost > Beacon Pulse • Artful & Gracious > New World Geisha • An Arresting Skinner > Companion’s Prerogative Rebel (Touchstone) – “There’s this kid I grew up with named Pumpkin. We hated each other, you know? Pumpkin was always big and I was kind of small. Pumpkin was dumb as a brick, but hard worker. I was always kinda lazy, but smart. He was a piece of poo poo psychopath and I was always kinda sweet. Now Pumpkin is Security Tech Officer Pumpkin, and I’m still just me. But things weren’t always like this. In the old days, the way old days, things were good. People just don’t remember them anymore. That’s gonna all change. All this poo poo all around us. One day. Not today, but soon. It’ll all change. I’ll make it change.” • Long History > Street Camouflage Cyber World does not currently support The Quarantine playbook. Rosie (Maestro ‘D) – “What are you looking for handsome? We’ve got it. You like pirate tech? We got Celeste Implants, fake IDCHIPS, skellekeys. You want something real nice to eat? We got Cello Fish that they won’t you eat anyplace legal. Drugs? Space Ace, Napalm Dust, K20, Black Gold. You like girls? Boys? We got this thing in from another city, we doesn’t know WHAT she is, but her skins made of latex and she’ll laugh at all your jokes. You want it, we got it. If not we can find it, handsome.” Waste (Faceless) – “This city don’t make poo poo no more. You know all it makes? Waste. Waste like me. The Corps take stuff in, you see poo poo vanishing into the big scrapers downtown and you think, what could the Corp need that for? Well I was one of the things that went vanishing inside. They hooked me up to The Nexus, did all kinds of weird poo poo to me, then welded this loving mask round my face. Now half my ports spit static, I’m blind and deaf if I take the mask off, and every 94 hours and 43 minutes I’m assfucked by raw Nexus Feedback. Fun right? Cause that’s what the Corps make. Waste like me. But it’s okay, the scientists told me I’d been instrumental in developing some new anti-piracy poo poo so…every cloud, you know?” • Pitbull > Cyber Rage • Scent of Blood > Brain Itchies • Norman > AI Interface • As One > Waste Alliance Cyber World does not currently support The Marmot playbook. Hyena (Hoarder) – “People look at hyenas and they think they must be dirty, or gross or evil or something. But why? Why is a lion king of the jungle when it goes out and rips a Zebra’s neck out, but when a Hyena comes along and eats what’s already dead – they’re scum? Why is it that those responsible for destroying everything are able to get away with it, but anyone who wants to try and scratch out a survivable life from the fallout – they, THEY are the nasty ones. Sure, I’ve peeled dead fingers back from shiny poo poo before. But it weren’t my fault that the fingers were dead, nor is it my fault I aint got shiny poo poo of my own. So gently caress anyone who thinks I’m dirty or evil. I’m just doing what have to do to get by.” • Acquisitive Eye > Craig’s List Jacking On Mechanically Jacking On operates exactly the same as accessing the Psychic Maelstrom, and in some ways the two are even very similar fluff-wise. The Nexus is a huge and incomprehensible network of wireless ports. Everyone and everything is attached to it in one way or another. It permeates every level of human interaction in Cyber World. If you want to do something via The Nexus, do it. If the MC has a problem with it they can stop you. There is, of course, security and pass codes and firewalls and technobabble to stop any loser from doing whatever they want, but some characters are experts at breaking or manipulating these safety measures. The Nexus is just a background part of every day life. Jacking On is less common. Jacking On is dangerous. It means turning off your own security, leaving yourself extremely light and free within The Nexus, but also extremely vulnerable. It means leaping ports and jumping from point to point almost at random in the hope of finding what you want. It means ignoring the Corp warnings that say ‘Unauthorised Access will result in a fatal feedback loop’ and slipping beneath the system security. What can Jacking On do? The limits are pretty much up to the players. Obvious examples are switching off electronics and opening locks, but whilst those are useful they are also boring. The Nexus is so vast and awesome that there are parts of it that very few people know about. Maybe, somewhere out there, is a port that allows the player to do what they are asking. The Nexus isn’t magic, but it is complex. A lot of stuff that is cool in Apocalyspe world can be altered to suit Cyber World. gently caress up when you’re messing with the psychic maelstrom, you might end up haunted by ghosts. Well in Cyber World there’s no such thing as ghosts (probably), but do you but did you ever wonder what happens to all those people who send their essence into The Nexus and never make it back alive? What do you call what’s left of them, leaping ports and hunting the cloud, waiting for somebody else to mess up so that maybe, just maybe they can try and take over a new body? Captain_Indigo fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2012 around 01:34 |
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I'm in! The playbooks that catch my eye for this are Battlebabe, Touchstone, Juggernaut, Savvyhead, or Turncoat. I'll commit to one tomorrow morning after a few more people post.
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Ooh, this looks interesting. Apocalypse World has gotten its hooks in me right now, so I think I'll make a guy. You said "weird" was being changed to "wired" in the other thread, so maybe I'll make a "brainer"/Decker type?
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I ended up reading the Preacher's bit out loud like a megachurch minister, so I'm either doing that or a Gat Man turned into a general Street Sam.
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 "Hey! I am peddling culture here. Show some respect will you?" Lots of people know about Francoise the Rosie. He's the guy with a major hard-on for the old stuff and turns his nose up at the latest plug-ins but if you'll listen to him talk about "dee vee dee" and "pastels," Frankie's is one of the better places to get a burger. Francois the Rosie Man, Display Wear, Pinched Face, Inquisitive Eyes, Lean Body, Scarred Hands. Cool +0 Hard +0 Smooth +2 Sharp +1 Wired +0 Moves: Fingers in every pie When you put out the word that you want a thing — could be a person, could be somethin somethin, could even be just a thing — and roll+smooth... Everybody eats, even that guy: When you want to know something about someone important (your call), roll+smooth... Gear: Fancy Knife (2-harm hand) Oddments worth 1-barter Hx: TBD Establishment: KINO The main deal at KINO is the Art. Rare films, virtual gallery shows, the odd reenactment of the Bard's work (updated for the times; check the one where Hamms is haunted by the Nexus and has to avenge his sensei's murder). To bring in customers and help the bottom line, Francois also deals in easy food and a few of last year's hottest games. KINO is a swanky place. From the velvet theatre seats to the shadow, Francois wants to make everyone feel the nostalgia he feels for the old places he's never seen with his own eyes. Not that Rolfball gets it, he's just here for the nachos. Lits on the other hand, she understands the service Frankie's trying to provide and she's his best customer. Running KINO isn't all laugh tracks and high scores. To get started he had to take out a loan from Ba, while Gams wants a piece of the pie. And less said about Been's campaign to see Francois out on the streets, the better. But Francois isn't stupid, he's brought on cybered-up War veteran Esco as a bouncer. ThreeStep fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2012 around 06:41 |
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Man if this The Swarm was complete enough to use I would probably try and build one as like a swarm of drones. Captain Indigo if you have any suggestions on how to finish this playbook off, damage, armor, possible stat configurations, etc. to make it work, or something, I would be willing to build one. Thinking using the Chopper/Ganger's gang as a suggestion might work. Would be harm 2 and armor 1 then. But that doesn't really help with what the stat possibilities would be. Looks like the Swarm should focus on Weird and Sharp. Ryuujin fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2012 around 05:25 |
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Wanna make me a Hyaena or a Waste  Hmmmm... OH poo poo WAIT COULD I TRY ADAPT A GROTESQUE TO THIS.
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gently caress I'm an idiot.
Tollymain fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2012 around 06:34 |
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This is a reskinned version of the Grotesque, tell me if it's all right: Gun not included The earliest thing it could remember was pain. Not the pain it ignored daily, but mind-shattering, all-encompassing pain. It wasn't sure how long it had gone on. Time became a thing that stood still, that played tricks. It wasn't sure when it had escaped, or how long ago that even was. Waking up in the archaic crumbling sewers that lay beneath the city streets, the raw burn of some liquid best left unidentified was a sweet balm compared to the agony its life had been before. In the twisted, grotesque underworld of the city, it not only survived but thrived. It can do things with the Nexus that nobody with a human perspective can attempt, hit the targets that nobody else can see. If you need to know something, it either has the answer or it will find it. Whatever it may have been before, that life is gone and dead now. The body still walks, but it is gnarled and skeletal. The mind may still work, but it possesses no memory, no lingering attachments to whatever may have been before. Those men in that lab, they killed the person that it must have been and used the leftover components to build something else, something new. Something inhuman. It the 'Ject Stats: Cool-1 Hard=0 Smooth-1 Sharp+2 Wired+2 Look: Neuter gender, concealing armour/robes, skeletal face, lidless cybernetic eyes, contorted angular body. Moves: Augmented Nerves: when you do something under fire, roll+wired instead of +cool. Child of the Nexus: you have access to augury. Your antenna is implanted inside of you. If you use augury to reach through the maelstrom to someone connected to it, you count as having time and intimacy with them. Nanonic Adaptation: At the beginning of the session, roll+weird. On a 10+, hold 2. On a 7-9, hold 1. At any time, you can spend your hold to temporarily use a mutation you don’t have (i.e. for one task or one tick of a battle). On a miss, the MC will tell you how your body changes. Gear: Mutation - Nesting Drones: (hi-tech, infinite, remote, psi-communication at close) You house a number of little flying nano-clouds in your body. It’s not pretty. They do your bidding, and can speak telepathically with you when close. Small, practical weapon: Snub-nosed flechette gun (3-harm close reload messy) Oddments worth 1-barter: A scrap of delicate information concerning a very, very powerful organization. The actual information is locked from their own knowledge; it would be too dangerous to walk around with something like that bouncing around your head unencrypted. Think Johnny Mnemonic. Dhana +1 Hx Flemming -1 Hx Morning* +1 Hx Sang 0 Hx Seraph =0 Hx Currently highlighted stats: Cool, Wired; 4 xp. Tollymain fucked around with this message at Mar 1, 2013 around 03:39 |
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In a rare and delicate example of the quadruple post, I'm going to just comment that Francoise and Subject are about as different as two beings can be. Obviously they would be the best of friends 
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The Swarm Playbook is not finished, sounds like the author might work on it some today or tomorrow. If it gets finished and is acceptable this would be a reskinned version of it: DANGER! ANTS The earliest they remember is an all consuming hunger, a desire to absorb and replicate. To reproduce. Later as they filled out their ranks they felt curiosity. They did not know what they were, what their purpose was. All they knew was hunger and curiosity, and the need to reproduce their kind. They were filled with a desire for more. More to consume, more to construct, more to build. More of themselves. Their unknown drive fueled their insane curiosity. Their unknown drive, their insane curiosity, led to their seeking employment. Others call them drones, or nanobots, believing that they are controlled remotely by some shadowy rigger. Or that they are simple preprogrammed bots that operate a simple function. Few if any have any idea what they truly are, as they themselves do not know. They do not believe that they are remotely controlled from afar, but they do not know themselves. Should one follow them back through the streets, back to an abandoned skyscraper that never seemed to be taken over by the thugs and gangers, past the charred skeletons of would be squatters, of the remains of security guards and the occasional skeleton wrapped in the remains of a labcoat. Past all the still active security systems, past the heavy reinforced blast doors, torn open. Into the center lab, one would find a huge bullet proof glass tube, shattered. High along the shattered tube can be seen the warning DANGER! Followed by an acronym. The letters ANTS. Below each letter are more letters. Careful reading, with some reading comprehension can gather that it references Autonomous NanoTech System. DANGER! ANTS! Stats: Cool-1 Hard=0 Smooth-1 Sharp+2 Wired+2 (tentative) Look: Component Size: Nanobot (amoeba size) Texture: Sleek Drive: Curious Prerequiste to Thrive: Polymer and Alloy Nest Large and Immobile. Commonly known about. Is a Fortress. Is Well Placed. Moves: We are Legion: Increase to a medium gang. We are Legion 2nd: Increase to a large gang. Metasynaptic Network: Be in any number of places at once, up to your Weird. Special: When you get intimacy with a character for the first time they are either entranced or repelled. If entranced, they take -1 against you ongoing and mark experience. If repelled they get – 1 HX. You mark experience either way. Gang: Large Gang 2-Harm 1-Armor (tentative) Gear: No gear, cannot use gear. Ryuujin fucked around with this message at Dec 2, 2012 around 00:19 |
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 Name: "Barkin' Mad" Bronson Playbook: Gat Man Stats: Cool+1 Hard+3 Hot-1 Sharp+1 Weird=0 Moves: -Insano Like Drano -Bloodcrazed -NOT TO BE hosed WITH Look: Man, custom homemade armor, blunt face, mad eyes, huge body Gear: -GLX-66 Rotary Grenade Launcher (4-harm close area messy)  -BB-1012 "Betty Boom" Shotgun (3-harm close messy)  -Treek Arms Model 446 Magnum Revolver  -Bola Grenades (4-harm hand area reload messy)  Bio: Sanahai District comms booth terminal network logs, 2/15/29 posted:"ALRIGHT, LISTEN THE gently caress UP! The name's Howlin' Mad Bronson, and if you're hearing this, this is an advisory to get the gently caress out of the block, because IngCorp needs a swift loving kick in the balls and you'll appreciate me when they get it, because with you people all tranqed up on narcodes you don't have any loving idea how awful your lives really loving are! If you're hearing this, you've got a choice---you can die for IngCorp or live for yourself! SMASH THE SYSTEM!" Nassei Industries Security Bulletin posted:Subject is a heavily-built Caucasian male in his early '30s. Subject makes extensive use of high explosives and assorted small arms. Believed to have been a product of IngCorp's SoldierNEXT program, having volunteered to receive bio-enhancement and synaptic upgrades. After surviving what was meant to be a fatal test run for him and his unit, he went renegade and started a one-man campaign of sabotage, destruction and terrorism towards megacorporate interests in the Sprawl. Subject is believed to be armed and extremely dangerous. Terminate on sight if seen plotting against Nassei interests. InfiniteJesters fucked around with this message at Nov 30, 2012 around 13:12 |
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Oh, hello again Jest. Dusting off Bronson for another go, huh?
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Tollymain posted:Oh, hello again Jest. Dusting off Bronson for another go, huh? Given who he was based off of and the show he was from, it seemed like a natural choice. I couldn't decide between a Juggernaut, a Chopper, and another Gunlugger anyway.
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Fun fact: you can play a straight-up vampire with the grotesque playbook.
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Tollymain posted:Fun fact: you can play a straight-up vampire with the grotesque playbook. Also fun fact: You can play Paxton Fettel from FEAR (sorta) with the Broodmother playbook.
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Never played FEAR.
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Ignore this post.
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Cool cool, looking good guys. Nice to see interest. Fracnois Bricht keeps coming around and trying to buy something that you aint selling. What is it? Why won't you sell it? And who is it that he's sent in his place most recently to try and persuade you to expand your trade in that area? Subject You know there are probably mercenaries and Security Tech details (pfft...what's the difference these days) after you for whatever that hidden bit of knowledge in your brain is. But Black Falcon Security have been asking around about you for something far more standard, what is it? Ants Once you knew only hunger. Then you knew curiosity. You're slowly learning communication skills though. Learning slowly to talk. Who is teaching you, and why? I don't know if this goes against the spirit of the swarm, but I think ANTS needs to be capable of communication and have SOME kind of personality if it is going to work within this game. If that wrecks your idea then let's chat about it and try and work out a compromise. Barkin' Mad Jean3 and you don't get on, but she's got a secret about you that stops you turning her to a red mist. Fortunately you know something equally influential about her, so it's a two way deal. What are the secrets? Rest get questions when they have Bios.
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 Flemming the Operative Born a ghost, the man called Flemming is an mysterious element of our little corner of Cyber World. No one could tell you who he is or where he came from. He himself never tells the same story twice, but each time it's just as convincing. They say he's pulled some pretty big ops, but he just smiles and shrugs. He works for some new up and coming corp, that nobody had heard of them until Flemming started hitting the streets. Not to say there's a connection, but really, you can't help but notice all their big competitors keep having embarrassing details showing up in the news feeds. Name: Flemming Playbook: Operative (Turncoat) Stats: Cool+2 Hard +1 Smooth=0 Sharp +1 Wired-1 Look: Man, luxe wear, open face, appraising eyes, wiry body Moves: -The Basic Moves -Intrigue! Your masters often call upon you to perform dangerous or unsavory tasks. At the start of the session, roll+ambition for your cabal. On a hit, you are assigned a task by your masters. On a 10+, the task is risky. On a 7-9 it is merely delicate, awkward or inconvenient. On a miss, you are expected only to keep your eyes open for interesting opportunities -Stick to your story When you manipulate or seduce someone, roll+cool instead of roll+hot. -Break and enter You are talented at gaining access to places you have no business being (eg. the hardholder's quarters, the armoury's grenade cache, or out of a locked cell). When you attempt to enter or exit such a place, roll+cool. On a 10+, choose 3. On a 7-9, choose 2: • you get where you wanted to be. • you remain undetected while getting there. • you leave no trace of ever having been there. • you stumble across something useful or interesting along the way. -In the wind Name your escape route and roll+cool. On a 10+ you’re gone. On a 7–9, you can go or stay, but if you go it costs you: leave something behind, or take something with you, the MC will tell you what. On a miss, you’re caught vulnerable, half in and half out. Handy Weapon: -Stun Gun (s-harm hand reload) Covert Gear: -Poison Syringe (3-harm ap tag) -Neuroshields (deep ear plugs) (grants immunity to decker moves) Gear: 2-currency Nice suit, darkened microspecs (sunglasses), undercover bullet-stopping vest (1-armor). Hx: Dhana +1 Morning* =0 It +2 Sang +2 Seraph =0 Exp: 2/5 1 Advance Taken The Name: Cortez-Byers Cryodigitals Stats: Power+2 Reach+1 Trust+2 Ambition+1 Leader: Mr. Cortez (Dictator, Impulse: To Control) Assets: A Leverage: Money LordZoric fucked around with this message at Feb 25, 2013 around 17:11 |
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In general, remember to rename your playbooks and/or moves. If it's one that I haven't come up with a name change for, go ahead and change it yourself. Flemming De Abney Inc. is a small Corp, perfect to take down, and yet you've managed to avoid pulling your particularly brand of magic on it for some time. Why?
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"it knows. black falcon commander knows where it came from, knows what it could be worth, what its parts could be worth. knows things it doesn't even know. it would like to know, but black falcon commander has many men, many guns, many traps laid with ones like it in mind. it waits, and avoids the men of the falcon silhouette. some day black falcon commander will get careless. that will be a pleasant day." I'm considering renaiming it It and making the fake playbook name the Subject. People can still call it the Subject, it just refers to itself as it. Also is the lack of capitals help create tone or is it obnoxious? 
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Captain_Indigo posted:Flemming De Abney Inc. is a small Corp, perfect to take down, and yet you've managed to avoid pulling your particularly brand of magic on it for some time. Why? "Many who know what I do would likely call me a wolf, hunting the weak and preying upon those unable to defend themselves. That's not who I am. Everyone I've hurt, all those I've ruined, they deserved it in some way. They created the circumstances of their downfall, I was just the catalyst. I've been to De Abney, I've seen what it is. They're genuinely trying to help this world. A place like that doesn't deserve my treatment... at least not yet."
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Captain_Indigo posted:Ants Once you knew only hunger. Then you knew curiosity. You're slowly learning communication skills though. Learning slowly to talk. Who is teaching you, and why? I don't know if this goes against the spirit of the swarm, but I think ANTS needs to be capable of communication and have SOME kind of personality if it is going to work within this game. If that wrecks your idea then let's chat about it and try and work out a compromise. In our search to satisfy our hunger, and our curiosity, we came across a poor man on the streets. The man was dressed in an old fashioned outfit, including tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows. This man, this Blind Oswald, taught us much. This individual could not see. This individual had once been a professor. This individual had been well off enough that they could have received artificial eyes to continue their life as usual. This individual had an epiphany when he lost his sight. Professor Oswald refused the operation and became Blind Oswald. He then began to walk the streets imparting wisdom on the poor unfortunates who lived in that world. We DANGER! ANTS came across him on one side street, and he instinctively sensed that we needed guidance. He sat down, offered us something called cognac, and began to teach us things. We learned many things, how to interact with humans, how to speak well, the importance of working in the human society, the importance of fitting in as well as the importance of having a self identity. Occasionally we return to the streets in search of Blind Oswald after finishing a mission, bringing various things like cognac and apples to repay Blind Oswald for what he taught us.
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Captain_Indigo posted:Fracnois Bricht keeps coming around and trying to buy something that you aint selling. What is it? Why won't you sell it? And who is it that he's sent in his place most recently to try and persuade you to expand your trade in that area? I don't care what Bricht offers or threatens, I'm not parting with my poster collection. I know most of them aren't the original, but even the reproductions are priceless these days. Think I'm going to let that packrat lock them in some airless vault? They give KINO's lobby a certain je ne sais quoi, a little bit of that old-school charm. Even if hardly nobody looks at them, I do. Bricht must be getting desperate though, what with sending his shark Cruz with a briefcase of payment options.
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| # ? Nov 30, 2012 19:43 |
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Narrowed it down to either Gat Man or Decker and wiped the rest of them.
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| # ? Nov 30, 2012 21:44 |
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Sang Source: Reuters --- Where the hell is that fuckin' hackshop? Hold on, Wei! Ahh, Back Alley Specials, here we go. What the gently caress... is that Sang? Where the gently caress is the old man? Do you even fuckin' know what you're doing? Fly, get this body filled with sleepers and see if that drat saw is working. Flash, get me some concs; this guy needs a new loving gut and you know how I hate sewing tubes. And you, I take funbux, buttcoins, Js, Gs, Ts, or dope. Half now and half after I bring this piece of poo poo back to life. Sang fixes people. You're pissing blood after taking a hotshot? Sang can probably find a new kidney for you, even an organic if you're picky. Need someone to install a neuro-enhancer? Sang won't ask where you found the piece that still has bits of brain from its old host. Deliver a baby? Well, there's probably something on the Nexus for that... Playbook: Street Surgeon Medibot Hackshop Stats Cool+1 Hard+1 Smooth=0 Sharp+2 Wired-1 Hx Dhana =0 Morning* -1 The 'ject -1 Flemming -2 Seraph -2 Looks Man, Utility wear, Concealed face, Laughing Eyes, Rangy Body Gear Sang's got the Lifebox at Back Alley. He wears a bullet-proof vest under a black hoodie and carries a 9mm around when he's out. And yes, he doesn't ever take off that stupid mask. dongsbot 9000 fucked around with this message at Dec 5, 2012 around 01:45 |
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I'm in with a Big Boss.
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| # ? Dec 1, 2012 01:06 |
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Infinite Jesters, since you already have a Gat Man in the pool, do you mind if I submit this decker? Thanks. Seraph the Decker  If you know where this guy is from...be quiet. "You know, if you jack on and listen, The Nexus sings. A peta-strong choir in tera-part harmony. It's really quite beautiful." Thanks to a number of unfortunate incidents requiring extended hospital stays, healing comas, and eventually massive body part replacements (think Ghost in the Shell), Seraph has spent most of his life living through The Nexus instead of through the meaty real world. It's rather difficult to have a face to face conversation when one party is floating in a convalescence tank, after all, and how else are you supposed to call with your doctor when your face is covered in bandages and your mouth has a life-support tube crammed in? As a result, for him using The Nexus, for benign and...less benign ends, is as natural as breathing. He's taken his knocks with a remarkable sang-froid, bordering on the creepy, and now seems to drift from high to low in life with unusual serenity. How else do you describe someone who's happy to describe exactly what bits of him are still biological and how he lost the parts that are now mechanical? That's not to say he's not completely mentally well, however; he has a tendency to refer to and think of himself as a digital intelligence, rather than a human being. Heck, "Seraph" used to be just an online handle, but now it's how he refers to himself in both worlds. Stats Cool +1 Hard +1 Smooth -2 Sharp +1 Wired +3 Look Transgressing, "fetish-bondage" wear, pale face, pale (artificial) eyes, slight (and mechanical) body Moves Nexus Port Modification: +1 Wired Deep Brain Scan: when you have time and physical intimacy with someone — mutual intimacy like holding them in your arms, or 1-sided intimacy like they’re restrained to a table — you can read them more deeply than normal. Roll+wired. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7–9, hold 1. While you’re reading them, spend your hold to ask their player questions, 1 for 1: • what was your character’s lowest moment? • for what does your character crave forgiveness, and of whom? • what are your character’s secret pains? • in what ways are your character’s mind and soul vulnerable? On a miss, you inflict 1-harm (ap) upon your subject, to no benefit. Gear 5-jingle (hacked slush fund account codes--the original users won't mind, right?) Silenced 9-mm "hand" gun (2-harm close hi-tech) 1-armor fashion (flourescent trim hoodie and pants over damage-resistant skintight bodysuit) Skinsense Signal Booster (as "violation glove", "skin contact counts as time and intimacy") "Mindscrew Meme" self-replicating virus (as "pain-wave projector", 1-harm ap area loud reload hi-tech, "reusable grenade, hits everyone but you") Hx It (Tollymain): +3 Flemming (LordZoric): +3 Sang (Dongsbot 9000): +2 Morning* (Mad Rhetoric): +1 Dhana (Benagain): +2 Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at Dec 14, 2012 around 22:21 |
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What no, this isn't influenced by Snow Crash at all be quiet Uncle Hyatt the Big Boss Hello and welcome to the Republic of the Hyatt Hotel. I'm the man in charge here, Beloved President for Life Bill Hyatt, but you can call me 'Uncle'. You might be wondering why I might say something like that. Well, here at the Hyatt we value family, and by becoming an official citizen you're a part of that family. Too often in the hustle and bustle of plugged-in modern life you can forget what, and who, is truly important. But this is a family, so we'll never forget you. In the times before Uncle Hyatt would've been known as a mob boss, a criminal. And even in this day and age he's not a favourite of the corps, but when the government started privatising the states Hyatt was far enough ahead of the curve to grab up his very own city block. Now he's a king in all but name, holding on to his hotel and the vassal states that pay protection to it together through the forces of his charisma and cash reserves. However, much of the prosperity of the Hyatt can be attibuted to Uncle Hyatt's Big Rule, enforced by treaty: Nobody is on the clock. This has made the Hyatt pretty much neutral territory, and one of the best places for any corpers to meet and mingle without obligations. Not to mention runners and gunners who want to be unwatched. Look Man, Luxe Wear, Stern Face, Generous Eyes, Massive Body Stats Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot+1 Sharp+1 Wired-2 Gear Fashion Magnum (3-harm close reload loud) Moves Leadership: When your gang fights for you, roll+hard. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7–9, hold 1. Over the course of the fight, spend your hold 1 for 1 to make your gang: • make a hard advance • stand strong against a hard advance • make an organized retreat • show mercy to their defeated enemies • fight and die to the last On a miss, your gang turns on you or tries to hand you over to your enemy. Wealth: If your hold is secure and your rule unchallenged, at the beginning of the session, roll+hard. On a 10+, you have surplus at hand and available for the needs of the session. On a 7–9, you have surplus, but choose 1 want. On a miss, or if your hold is compromised or your rule contested, your hold is in want. quote:Large compound
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Morning*, the Preacher The gospel of the old world was outmoded, out-of-date and broken; a bad buggy piece of bollocks. Real alpha poo poo, right? Then you had the pop-culture, that was the beta. The sweet light of the monitor bringing absolution to two and a half bodies multiplied by a couple hundred million. Songs of the spheres, sung by machines, snaking through copper wires into the souls of those who wanna be saved. They'd say back then, "punk saved my life", "hip-hop saved my life", some fucker probably had Antediluvian throat singing safe their life. I don't even know what the gently caress Antediluvian throat singing is. Some right proper f-disked mem, right? Heavy poo poo, though. I's seen enough to believe it; stiffs scratching on Heat and old bones possessed by demons an' angels an allat looked drat similar to my eyes. So I got to thinking, self I thought; why don't I take advantage of that? Get other folks to see me as the glowing god of grime I know I am, right? The way you do that nowadays is get your mug plastered on every feed, every device, every wee nanotube that's connected. Which is what I'm doin: I got me a electro-clash band, got me a tera of anything you could get hosed on, I got me a filthy mob of worshipers. Worst of all, I got me a plan. A plan's the most dangerous thing y'can have in this world, 'specially if you want to be high above it. 'Cause when you gotta plan, people who don't gotta plan'll follow your plan. And then other stiffs with nothing better to do'll see those people with plans and be like 'Better get me somma that'. You stand tall enough, yell loud enough, make a big enough swarm, gravity takes over. You can't stop it, you can't resist it, it just pulls you in. And you're gonna get pulled in. Y'see, I'm gonna be your messiah whether you like it or not. Reach out and touch faith. Look: Man, Tattered Vestments, Dirty Face, Mesmerizing Eyes, Lanky Body Stats: Cool=0, Hard+1, Smooth-1, Sharp+1, Wired+2 Gear: A hosed up pastiche of old counterculture poo poo 2-barter Moves: Fortunes: At the beginning of the session, roll+fortune. On a 10+, you have surplus. On a 7-9, you have surplus, but choose 1 want. On a miss, they are in want. If their surplus lists barter, that's your personal share. My scene is:
Nexus Distortion: When you speak the truth to a mob, roll+Wired. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7-9, hold 1. Spend the hold 1 for 1 to make the mob:
Personality Upgrade: When you manipulate someone, roll+Wired instead of+Smooth.
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Captain_Indigo posted:Barkin' Mad Jean3 and you don't get on, but she's got a secret about you that stops you turning her to a red mist. Fortunately you know something equally influential about her, so it's a two way deal. What are the secrets? The truth about Bronson is that he ditched his squad at the first opportunity---he had plenty of problems with them outside of the op. Jean3's secret is that the rest of the corp execs watching the operation were against knowingly sending the unit to its doom but Jean3 overrode them.
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Francois Esco the bouncer keeps things nice and civilized at KINO, but there was a particular incident that caused you to hire them, what was it? It You've heard there are a whole lot of others like you out there. Not necessarily identical, but similar in origin. If you put in the effort you may even be able to find some of them, so what's stopped you from doing so thus far? D!A! What does ABA want with you, and how far do you think they are willing to go to get it? Barkin' Mad You've got quite an arsenal going on, including some fairly rare and expensive bits of kits for what currently amounts to a low-level street mercenary. Is it all stuff from the old days, or do you have friends in high places. If your Rotary G.L. started kicking up sparks tomorrow, would you be able to find a replacement? Flemming In their gigantic ivory towers surrounded by guards, there isn't much that keeps the CEOs of big Corps awake at night. Word on the street is that you might be one of the things that does. But what is it that worries you in the small hours? Sang Medical School aint cheap, but the Pri-Hospitals don't hire folks like you. Did you ever have a job in the upper medical sector, or have you been operating out of the back of vans and in alleyways forever? Did you even ever go to Medical School or did you learn over The Nexus or from some other source? Seraph You've got plenty of scars, both physical and mental, from your years at the hands of medical professionals. In all that time is there anything that stands out as being a particularly unpleasant process, and do you hold anyone responsible for your condition? Uncle Hyatt Some punk named //InfernoBlizzard has been launching cyber-attacks against The Casino lately. It's been pretty small scale stuff, switching off lights, unlocking doors, but now they've started switching off refrigerators and reading emails. What are YOU going to do about it? Morning* John Woo recently sent a missionary deep into the heart of your people. The missionary was polite and respectful and even open to you about his purpose there. What did he want, and what did you do about it?
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Captain_Indigo posted:Barkin' Mad You've got quite an arsenal going on, including some fairly rare and expensive bits of kits for what currently amounts to a low-level street mercenary. Is it all stuff from the old days, or do you have friends in high places. If your Rotary G.L. started kicking up sparks tomorrow, would you be able to find a replacement? Friends in high places---lower-level scientist named Dr. Murrow helped me get armed in exchange for helping him get out. That was a wild day. The revolver's a tad simpler and a memento from my days in the squad, though. I wasn't ALWAYS at odds with the other grunts.
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Captain_Indigo posted:Francois Esco the bouncer keeps things nice and civilized at KINO, but there was a particular incident that caused you to hire them, what was it? Back a couple years ago when KINO was just getting started, Esco was just another patron. Gang of plugheads going as the Treats tried shaking me down for protection money. Didn't work, so they trashed the front end and made off with some cash. Left me calling the local Security Tech assholes to file a report, maybe get someone to come down. What else could I do? It was just me and a couple short-order cooks running KINO. poo poo happens and I'm no fighter. It turns out that while I'm on the phone with the S-T, Esco had slipped out, trailed the Treats and..."kicked their lousy poo poo in," were his words. He got a job right then and there, when he told me the next day.
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| # ? Dec 1, 2012 17:15 |
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Captain_Indigo posted:Sang Medical School aint cheap, but the Pri-Hospitals don't hire folks like you. Did you ever have a job in the upper medical sector, or have you been operating out of the back of vans and in alleyways forever? Did you even ever go to Medical School or did you learn over The Nexus or from some other source? I was born under and this ain't some fairy tale where I bootstrapped my way to the sky. I was runnin' and robbin' like every other kid when I took a powermallet in the jaw. Game over, lights out! For some reason, the old man took my body off the street and gave me a new smiler in exchange for some muscle and a pair of hands. Even taught me a little business along the way when it became clear I wasn't just another dumbass tweaker running errands for some narcostabs. Some say he was a Corpsman before he started caring. He always did care too much for this drat city. The fuckin' things you see in this business get to you if you let 'em. Anyway, I took over the place after he bugged out and I've been ripping in this hackshop ever since. It's not that hard, you just take the bullets and bits out and try to make things look pretty again. There's plenty of bodies if you just need some practice. What I don't know, the Nexus prolly does. dongsbot 9000 fucked around with this message at Dec 1, 2012 around 17:55 |
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Captain_Indigo posted:D!A! What does ABA want with you, and how far do you think they are willing to go to get it? ABA seeks us out because we are new and interesting. They want to capture us, dissect us, learn out what makes us tick, and to reproduce us for their own purposes. They are willing to go to any length to accomplish this so long as it does not reveal their hand to the public. They are at least somewhat concerned about public appearances.
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 Dhana, Hyena Dhana's the owner and sole employee of the Most Excellent Oddments Wonders and Marvels Emporium, shortened by most of the locals to "The Oddpor" when they talk about it at all. No one's quite sure how she stays in business, since she sells a random mish mash of old world antiques, new world one-of-a kind tech abberations, and anything else that catches her fancy. The only common feature seems to be that the average fucker on the street finds all of it useless, expensive, and/or too finicky for their hardscrabble lives and ignores it. There's some talk, though. Late night visits by hover limos. Furtive couriers. She sells something to someone, that's for sure, out of the surprisingly large and tastefully appointed back room. She can afford block security to the point where she's not raided by common street trash, anyway, and her weird little rituals pass unnoticed. So what if she mutters to herself, or sometimes spends hours arranging things in the windows. She's become part of the fabric of life, and most people nod at her in the street, and she makes sure to hire locals when she wants something gotten for her and it all usually works out. There's no talk at all about the bodies that will every so often turn up, horribly maimed with THIEF branded into their foreheads in the gutter outside. They're not from around here. Look Woman, Luxe wear, eager face, calculating eyes, stringy body. Stats Cool-1 Hard-1 Smooth +1 Sharp +2 Wired +2 Moves Appraising Eye, Craigslist Hoard technology, electronics, parts & wire, books maps drawings & photographs, one-of-a kind handmade poo poo Beautiful, meticulous. Benagain fucked around with this message at Dec 5, 2012 around 16:15 |
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Captain_Indigo posted:Morning* John Woo recently sent a missionary deep into the heart of your people. The missionary was polite and respectful and even open to you about his purpose there. What did he want, and what did you do about it? Bleeder wanted to steer my crew off the path of the wicked, make 'em good and honest folk. When Woo means honest, he means the honesty that only a bullet provides, savvy? Walk straight, shoot straight, shed heroic blood and allat. Makes his followers drat good with a heater, I'll tell ya that. We weren't feeling the message, but we wanted the teachings, savvy? So we let 'er stay around, with everything but how to handle the chrome going in one ear and out the other. Weren't too hard clouded out of our drives. Real useful poo poo there, made sure to pick up on it, seal it away by wire so not to tax the old noodle too hard. And so the thickheads I got rolling with me could get their crash courses when necessary.
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