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Bromern Sal A Shadow RDI Staff Karma: 158/11 4402 Posts
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Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
All right Choomba's; the game is still on. The characters are here, but are the players?
Players needed: If people are interested, I'll entertain entry...
Croaker | Nomad | Male | Tann'Talas
Peacekeeper | Bounty Hunter | Female | cdnflirt
Guardian | Bodyguard | Male | Raven
Spiff | Fixer | Male | Suicidolt
MDK | Solo | Male | YeOlde
Ligthing | Tech | Male | Draker
Bullseye | Nomad | Male | NPC
Firewind | Medtech | Male | NPC
DigitalScribe | Media | Male | NPC
Springed-Heel Jack | Fixer | Male | NPC
The Piper | Solo | Male | NPC
Deaths and Exits
Preacher | Solo/Netrunner | Male | Left the party injured and looking for medical attention. Payed by Jenthliadon last.
Swiper | Netrunner | Male | Limbo while Netrunning. Last played by Ayrn.
Coyote | Cop | Male | Was killed at the Hole by The Wild Things. Played by Blammm.
Kendi | Solo | Male | Killed in a gunfight in an alley with security guards. Played by Jenthliadon.
Torrent | Solo | Female | Kendi's partner. Killed in a gunfight in an alley with security guards. NPC
Jazzer | Netrunner | Male | No longer in play
Roles:
A really creative cat can fit any role into a contract, but there are a few roles that work well for this particular gig: Solo, Netrunner (possibly), Medtechie, Techie, Media, Corporate (somewhat), Fixer (A little more so than a corpse), Nomad, Bounty Hunter, Investigative Reporter, and Private Investigator.
Style:
Look, gato; this is ‘Punk. If I gotta explain to you how important style is, you should reconsider your application. When you create a character make sure you follow the rules. You’re allowed 75 Character Points. You can’t have a Special Ability over 7. And you have to figure your starting cash right. Buy your gear straight from the books, Cho’. If you have a question about it, ask. I’ll answer, I promise. If you don’t list it on your character sheet… you don’t have it. That includes yer skivvies, punk. Oh, and I expect you to detail where the item is located too. If you’re carrying it in your bag, make sure I know where it is. If it don’t have a location, its considered left at the last place you were at before postin’ and that could be really bad…
Note
If you’re going to get a cell, treat it as a top of the line phone for modern day plus some (vid-phone, all of the features of today’s phones, longer battery life, etc.) and tack on a 30Eb/month bill, no up-front fee. You’ve now got a contract, Cho’. Better hope you can uphold it. Make sure you list all of your monthlies. Also, if ya want a Net Access Code, it is coming outta your starting Eb. :
Entrance Exam:
Naw… just screwin’ witcha. There ain’t no exam. But, I do expect you to be able to write. I hate trying to decipher screwed up vernacular and spilled alphabet soup. You gotta be descriptive. If I’m gonna spend time writing a good tale, I expect my players to join in the storytellin’. Here’s a hint: write your post in a word processor before submitting it. Spell-check. Grammar-Check. Then post it. I’ll accept abbreviations of words like “screwin’”, and “they jus’ don’t know what thar gettin’ into”, and such if it is for the sake of expressing the character’s verbal conduct, but I won’t accept ChatSpeak, ALLCAPS, strange variances on the English Language for the sake of sounding “cool”, etc. I think you know what I mean. Don’t make me shoot you.
Know Your Surroundings:
READ MY POSTS. I’ll give you the same respect. Don’t take liberties… if you have a question ‘bout what’s there, ask and I’ll answer. Don’t play God or I’ll have to perform deicide.
Location:
Night City, baby. The home of the cyberpunk movement, but that don’t mean it has to stay there.
Language:
We’re in a public forum, gato. Don’t go throwing language around like it was yesterday’s news. Substitute the F-bomb for Frack, Frackin’, and Fracking. Use slang… show me you’re intelligent enough to substitute frog-speech for something interesting. I won’t gripe at the occasional colorful metaphor, but if it gets out-of-hand, I’ll have to shoot you, and you won’t like that.
Sex:
Ya… I know, I’m gonna hear it: “’Punk is all about sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll.” Well, we’re in a public forum not the adult forum, so keep the sex outta this. You can hint at relations, but you get descriptive and I’ll have to shoot you. Man, that’s comin’ up a lot lately!
Involvement:
I know you got a life. I’ve got one too. But if you join this game, I expect ya to keep current and not be the one holding up the game. I reserve the right to be the only one holding up the game. Comprenda? Ain’t it a bummer when you’re all revved up ready to carry on and some poodle sitting next to ya is licking their… well, you get the drift. Hold up the game and I’ll shoot—ok, you know what I’ll do. Try to post every couple of days minimum.
Death:
It’s bound to happen. You’re gonna die. I mean, no one lives forever, right? Well, if you’re one of those who is dealt the Ace of Spades, don’t take it personally. If you’re enjoying the game, submit a new character. I’ll find a way to slip ya in. If you’re not enjoyin’ the game, then you’re probably thanking me for icing your sorry butt anyway!
Cyber:
Sure you can take out a loan from a Fixer or Corporation to get the added metal, but expect me to show you the consequences of trusting your soul to the gods of 2020. Hell! You can even bring a full ‘borg conversion in (if your character survives the EMP loss), but expect there to be a downside as well. Full ‘borgs aren’t walking the street left, right, and center, ya know. They cost an arm and a leg and most people go ‘psycho before they go ‘borg, so they aren’t as common as some GM’s would have you believe. Trust me… I’ve talked with Mike Pondsmith about this. Chances are ya aren’t gonna start with a lot of metal. Be grateful for it… going ‘psycho ain’t pretty.
Speakin’ of Which:
Cyberpsychosis. You reach that point and I’ll take your character over, turn him on your friends, have him eat the neighborhood cat, torture his family to death, and wind up standing center stage for Network 54 while MAXTAC stuffs a rocket up his backside and turns the night sky into a 4th of July celebration. Watch me. You drop to a 3 EMP and you’re a cold-ass, bee-otch. You go 2, and you’re makin’ out with the toaster. You go 1 and any little thing could set you off. Where most people cry at the end of Old Yeller, you’re crying at the end of Maximum Overdrive and holding court in the junkyard.
I.P.
No, this isn’t a statement of urinary prowess. I will award I.P. as I see fit. This means that just because you succeed at using a skill doesn’t mean I’m gonna dump a truckload of I.P. on your head, sing your praises, and watch you advance to GO. I give ‘em as I see fit. No argument.
Argument:
Do it in private messages, and when I put my foot down, don’t tread on my toes or I’ll have to shoot you.
Zonin’:
Don’t go ramblin’ about last night’s football game, or the fantastic turkey sandwich you just experienced that took you to the next level of Zen. This area is for Cerebral Paradox only, Cho’. Don’t make me prune… I hate pruning. I won’t mind shooting you though…
Lastly:
Cook for two-minutes on high, rotate, then cook for one-minute. Let stand for five-minutes and… Enjoy!
Posted on 2006-08-30 at 19:46:14.
Edited on 2008-01-24 at 13:35:38 by TannTalas
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