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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I understand.


I encourage writing character insights, flashbacks, anything to bring the character to life and even the odd engagement between characters just to show continued involvement.

I took some liberties with the conversation that takes place amongst the group in the sewers. I used die rolls to determine the direction each character would take in the conversation. If you disagree with the approach, let me know how you would have differed, or just post a different piece of conversation in your post. I've also left what the characters share of their gear, cyber, and skills up to you.

Fixer will be through the last bar within three minutes of where I left off. Keep that in mind. And in case you need a reminder of the map Blossom is displaying, here it is.

school map

Posted on 2017-03-23 at 14:16:28.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Continued.


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:55 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Professionally assessing the position of the weapons, bodies, and the single wheeled stool used by the medical staff when treating the patient, Casino easily determines that he’d be shot and killed before ever being able to retrieve the weapons.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you here today,” Leader says from a few steps behind him. “Actually, you’re no fool, are you Mr. Metalhead. You’ve put two and two together. You’ve one bullet and there’s one person left living in this room. So, maybe it’s one and one, not two and two. Either way… you’re on!”

Turning to face Leader, most likely for the last time, Casino’s steely eyes rest on the man’s covered and enigmatic face.

“No”

“Really?” Leader’s head tilts to the side like a curious dog. “After all I’ve done for you?”

“Oh, for the love of--” 1 declares in exasperation and raises her submachine gun to her protected cheek. The green dot from the laser sight (probably unnecessary judging from the high-tech nature of the combat mask she wears) blinds Casino’s left eye for a moment as it passes over the orb and comes to rest on his forehead. But her weapon is pushed aside by Leader keeping her from ending Casino right then and there. Even with his subdermal armor, chances are that these terrorists, these Soil Liberation Group soldiers are prepared with armor piercing rounds rendering the old tech protecting his soft brain matter practically ineffective.

“Don’t tell me you’re still clinging to that pathetic story expecting Militech to come sweeping in here and save you?” Leader’s voice changes to a decent mimicry of Casino’s deep rumble. “They are not here, but I am and I will kill you right here and now. So stop being f***ing brave, loyal, or what ever else you want to call it, and just end the old fart.” Leader switches back to his tenor. “Do the deed, Mr. Metalhead. Then you can walk. We’ll let you go right after you put a bullet through this guy’s head. You can walk down one of those hallways and not look back.”

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West 43875 St. 52 High -- Sewage/Runoff Drainage System | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 3:48 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

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“The plan then,” Vegas glances back to where Fixer is working and then returns to looking at the map displayed on Blossom’s projector. “Once Fixer has broken through the grating I’ll escort Blossom across the grounds, here.” His left index finger draws an imaginary line across the open grasses between the group’s current location and the Gym. “You said you need to be close to determine whether the security system has a signal? Well, doll, I’ll get you close.”

“If they have a camera system that is even mid-level tech,” the Asian netrunner offers, “it’ll have at least a one-hundred-and-eighty degree panoramic constant view.”

“A place like this?” Echo acknowledges with a grim tone that sounded a little haunted. “Yeah, it’ll have at least that.”

“Ok,” Bloodbank speaks up, shifting the weight of his bag so that it rests easier on his shoulder. “So, running across that space isn’t the best idea. I didn’t feel good about it the second it was brought up--no offense, Vegas. What does that leave us with?”

“Either Ghlahn or me.” Echo offers.

“What do ya mean, sweetheart?” Vegas practically mumbles, turning his baby blues on the pretty and mysterious nomad.

Allowing the H&K MP2020 submachine gun to swing at her hip, Echo retrieves the bolt-action rifle from her shoulder. “I’m a decent shot with this baby, and we know Ghlahn could probably clip the wings off a fly at a distance with his weapon. We shoot out the camera. Either we’re seen, or we black out the camera. Maybe they’ll think it was the storm.”

“And what? Send a team to look into it?” Blossom clamps her teeth down on the diminishing sweet ball in her mouth and presses her lips around the white paper stick as she looks up at the other woman over the rim of her heart-shaped sunglasses. “Wouldn’t that be like inviting them to the party?”

“I’m not killing innocent guards to get this job done,” Bloodbank warns through his own combat mask.

“No one is saying we have to kill them,” Echo replies with an argumentative tone.

“No,” Vegas shakes his head, the shadows cast by the flashlights against his fedora playing over his craggy face. “We can’t guarantee that we’d be able to take them out without killing them. We have to assume that they have at least some skill in order to hold the job. Besides, we don’t know how many they have or how many they’ll send.”

“So, we’re back to…” Blossom looks around at the others. “Nothing.”

“Not necessarily,” Echo counters. “Look, there. Those trees could offer some cover.” She points to the northern bow of the fence displayed on Blossom’s holographic display. “Maybe sticking to the fenceline will provide us with some cover from the cameras, and then we can use those trees to gain some ground.”

“That does get us closer to the buildings,” Vegas endorses the idea. “Close enough to determine whether the system is wireless or not, dollface?”

Blossom studies the map and shakes her head, “I don’t know. I doubt it.”

“Great!” Bloodbank sarcastically enthuses. “We might as well go right up to the front gate and ask to be let in for all the good this is doing.”

“All right,” Vegas chides. “We can figure this out, see? Starlight wouldn’t have brought us all together if we didn’t have the skills to handle the run. So, let’s fess up. What gear, cyber, or skills do we all possess? Maybe having a concept of the full picture will provide one of us with a concept worth pursuing.” The dapper solo can’t help but wonder how Casino is faring at this point. He hoped better than they.

“I’ve got a contact taser, some sedative gas, a close range EMP powerful enough to knock out a CEE-metal that’s misbehavin’, and two handguns.” Having delivered an inventory of what he deems useful, the fedora wearing suited gunman looks over to Bloodbank.

(OOC: I’ll let you lot share what you want to share…)

The next bar breaks free and drops to the flowing water with a splash. One bar left and they were through. Fixer pauses once more to look about the compound. The security guard team with the dog had vanished around outside of his line of sight and had not returned. The rain-soaked grasses and slickened structures appear lonely and stark. Empty. So, Fixer continues his job.

Further down the corridor, Ghlahn glances over his shoulder once to make sure the team hasn’t left him before returning his attention to the path they had just come down. He’s used to waiting. A sniper’s role involves a lot of waiting. It provides the read-headed man time to think, time to resolve his past, and time to meditate. With nothing bearing down on them and the rest of the group biding their time while the techie cut their way through the bars, there’s time to do just that.

Posted on 2017-03-23 at 14:12:59.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hmmm...


I'm confused.

Posted on 2017-03-21 at 15:19:20.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Interesting predicament...


I like the conclusions Casino came to, Tann. This will be interesting, to say the least. We'll see how the dice play things out.

Aletheia, I've enjoyed your take on Echo and would like for you to continue playing. I don't want to lose any players but need to keep the game moving forward for those who are posting. I understand RL issues taking precedence. I can't say that I haven't had my own. That's why I ask for one post a week minimum.

I guess this goes for everyone. It's a bummer for me as the GM to have to ask for participation. So, if you're being honest with yourself and can commit to the one post per week requirement then that would be great, but if you can't, please let me know so we can keep the game alive.

Posted on 2017-03-20 at 12:43:48.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Survival is the name of the game...


Right? Do what you need to do to survive. By the way, here's something I drew up about this scene.



Posted on 2017-03-19 at 17:15:26.
Edited on 2017-03-19 at 17:15:46 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I appreciate it, Tann


But it may be better to trim the size of the party down judging by the overall activity on the Inn.

I did not move the rest of the party forward because there's only one post. Sorry Keeper. If, by the end of the week there are no other posts, I'll move that party forward, but don't be surprised if there are a few character deaths along the way.

Tann, Casino's Intimidate check was a much-needed success so I awarded 1 IP in Intimidate. That gives him the skill at a rank of 1. Congrats.

Posted on 2017-03-19 at 14:42:55.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Another continuation for Tann.


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:54 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“Just shoot him,” 1 presses. “We don’t got time for this.”

“You know,” Leader rolls his head and audible cracking sounds emerge from his neck. “You’re right. We don’t have time for this.

“Pick that iron up, Mr. Metalhead. Get the information from the nurse and continue to take this opportunity to not have more holes put through your body. I let you press your play and ramble on about Arasaka and Militech because it made you feel better. Guess what? I didn’t believe it for a second. So, do yourself a favor and drop it. Last chance to save your skin, Mr. Metalhead. What. Do. You. Say?”

“I say shoot me, or don’t, in the end if you do kill me your fate is sealed.” Casino, still looking at Leader, moves towards the nurse. “Whether you believe me or not, think on this,” He stop and stares into the leader’s single ocular point letting him know this is no bluff. “If my talk of the two corps is complete bulls***, then why gouge out a cop’s eye and cut off a finger to get into their biosafe, tootsie pops?”

“Now he’s being cute,” 1 remarks with impatience. “Just shoot him, for the love of all that’s holy.”

“See?” Leader holds one hand out towards Casino in presentation. “This is why I like you, Mr. Metalhead. You are determined. I saw it in the way you carried yourself when we first met. You play your hand right to the end even though your bluff has been called.

“Now, get on with it. I don’t know how much longer I can keep my companion in check. She’s impatient.”

Reaching the frightened nurse’s side the large blond man takes her roughly by the arm and pushes her painfully towards the row of curtained suites. “Which one is this guy in? You say they will kill you, well ‘they’ are not here, but he is and he will kill you right here and now. So stop being f***ing brave, loyal, or what ever else you want to call it, and tell him!”

Whimpering, the nurse struggles to keep her footing with throughout the forceful direction. From the corner of his eye, Casino can see tears begin to roll down her brown face. Wide-eyed fear grips her. He can feel it in the tenseness of her body. He can see it in the emotion escaping her previously defiant countenance. She is beaten and succumbs to the threat of immediate death.

Stopping their forward progression by leaning backward as though literally digging her heels in, Nurse Altruist points towards one of the curtains with a trembling hand.

Looking to Leader, Casino is hushed by a single finger being held up to the terrorist’s face equal to where lips would be if not otherwise covered by the battle mask. Motioning 2 and 3 forward, Leader lifts his weapon and points it at Casino directly.

Submachine guns at ready, 2 and 3 flank the curtained suite and with precision execution simultaneously stick the barrels of their guns through resulting in a quick burst of gunfire muffled by built-in suppressors. Thump, clang, gushy thump flow through the pale blue drape and Nurse Altruist sobs. 2 uses the barrel of his gun to pull the cover aside and peer through before turning and giving Leader a thumbs up.

“Keep watch,” Leader orders and the two spread apart to take up defensive positions behind the nurse’s station. “Mr. Metalhead, if you wouldn’t mind retrieving that handgun I so generously gifted you, it’s come time for you to earn your freedom.”

(OOC: Assuming Casino does so… if not I’ll revisit this.)

“The room is clear, so go ahead and step right on through,” Leader motions the leather clad gun for hire through the curtain.

(OOC: Again, assuming Casino enters the room.)

As Casino steps up to the curtain he hears a whispered shot followed by a thump from behind. Surmising that Nurse Altruist has been resolved, the solo is left with surveying the scene before him.

Eight or nine meters across by twice that deep, the alcove contains a counter that runs along the left wall with a bare stainless steel sink set into the gray countertop. Above this are three white cupboards and numerous posters giving health warnings and advertising additional treatment options. Center in the room with the headboard against the far wall is the hospital bed. A digital display showing vitals is built right into the headboard and various additional medical devices are hanging on the wall within easy reach of the medical staff. Between the bed and the counter sprawled out on the white with gray speckled tile floor is the body of an Asian man wearing a nice-looking Takahashi designer trench coat with Ferbochi wingtips, his hands tucked underneath his body, the black barrel of a gun jutting from beneath his left shoulder. Blood spatter and brain matter paint the wall next to the headboard where he had obviously been standing in his last moments and a pool of dark crimson red is slowly spreading from where his head lies, the back of it blown open revealing a gruesome image.

On the other side of the bed, also on the floor but partially propped up against the wall at the base of a blood-painted smear lies another corpse. Asian as well, this one’s face shows two holes with blood draining from them. He stares blankly back at Casino forever lost in death. Also wearing designer business wear, his Uzi submachine gun lies underneath the bed, barely visible to the broad-shouldered gunman.

Within the bed, with a self-contained oxygen mask covering his lower face and nose being fed liquids through an IV, is an aged Asian man with short-cropped silver hair, liver spots, and enough wrinkles to remind Casino of old leather. His hands are resting on his stomach, thin and frail looking.

Professionally assessing the position of the weapons, bodies, and the single wheeled stool used by the medical staff when treating the patient, Casino easily determines that he’d be shot and killed before ever being able to retrieve the weapons.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you here today,” Leader says from a few steps behind him. “Actually, you’re no fool, are you Mr. Metalhead. You’ve put two and two together. You’ve one bullet and there’s one person left living in this room. So, maybe it’s one and one, not two and two. Either way… you’re on!”

Posted on 2017-03-19 at 14:38:43.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Huzzah!


A post!

Posted on 2017-03-19 at 13:56:32.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: So excited to see some posts again!


Things have died out and I'm itching to get back to posting.

Posted on 2017-03-16 at 17:21:42.

Topic: Eol Fafalas turned 76 yesterday :)
Subject: 76? 480?


It's roughly the same, right?

Posted on 2017-03-16 at 17:19:38.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: My bad.


I should pay more attention to detail.

My training class ends tomorrow. If we have enough posts, I'll continue the game Monday. If not, I'll trim the fat and stick with those who want to play.

Posted on 2017-03-16 at 17:18:48.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I'm just gonna sit here and bask...


Yup. That's what I'm gonna do.

Posted on 2017-03-15 at 19:43:52.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: You may have noticed...


I've not posted a continuance today. That would be because I've only got Tann posting... well, and I'm hosting a week-long training that runs all day every day and I am exhausted. Still... where'd everyone go?

Posted on 2017-03-13 at 23:39:05.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Doesn't pay...


I have a family to feed.

Echo, top left with the mask and trench.
Blossom, bottom left.
Fixer, next to Echo.
Ghlahn, next to Fixer.
Bloodbank, second to the right.
Vegas, far right.

Don't know who's got Casino's stuff. Forgot about that when drawing it up.

Posted on 2017-03-13 at 08:45:23.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Do I? Is that? Why, I think it is...


Do I hear angels singing?!

Welcome back, my friend.

Posted on 2017-03-13 at 08:42:46.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Not yet...


But the night is young.



Here's a little sketch I drew up of the sewer crawl.

Posted on 2017-03-11 at 19:55:59.
Edited on 2017-03-12 at 18:45:39 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: He don't believe you none.


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:53 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Before Casino can reply the nurse stammers, “I can’t. I can’t tell you where Mr. Akagi is. They’ll kill me.”

Ignoring the nurse and the green dot on his chest, Casino calmly looks into the leader’s masked face for a moment saying nothing, then slowly looking at 1, he smiles.

“Really?” Moving his gaze back to the leader’s, Casino raises his voice just enough to let the whole ER hear him. “You look like a very smart man and we both know you can easily kill me, the nurse, and everyone in here—even your own people. Arasaka is looking for me—not me specifically, but to retrieve the info I hold. Also, by now, it’s very possible (due to the firefight) Miltech may know one of their top exec’s was at a seedy bar in a low class part of town and wonder why. Only a matter of time before they, too, may be looking to ‘retrieve’ me. You kill me and both corp’s will at some point start looking for you and your group. One, because you killed their cash cow, the other, because you killed the only guy who knows the location of their stolen tech.”

Pausing to let his words sink in the big solo continues, “I don’t care about your cause, I don’t care about the nurse, and I don’t care if you kill everyone in here. Not a damn thing I can do to stop it. But you kill me and your life—” Casino increases his volume, “—everyone of your group’s lives—are over.” Casino could only hope if the guy before him did fire, that his jacket and dermal plating would save him from death or a serious wound.

Leader sniffs and rolls his shoulders back, his combat masked face—matte black with a cyclops style ocular setup—a menacing, expressionless wall. “Here I was being all nice and you gotta go get snotty with me. I free you from the custody of the Man and do I get even a thank you?”

“Nope,” 1 answers him flatly.

“That’s right,” Leader continues sounding genuinely hurt. “Instead, I get… this.” He motions dramatically at the broad shouldered gunman before him.

“Just shoot him,” 1 presses. “We don’t got time for this.”

“You know,” Leader rolls his head and audible cracking sounds emerge from his neck. “You’re right. We don’t have time for this.

“Pick that iron up, Mr. Metalhead. Get the information from the nurse and continue to take this opportunity to not have more holes put through your body. I let you press your play and ramble on about Arasaka and Militech because it made you feel better. Guess what? I didn’t believe it for a second. So, do yourself a favor and drop it. Last chance to save your skin, Mr. Metalhead. What. Do. You. Say?”

Posted on 2017-03-10 at 12:06:37.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: More for Casino


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:53 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“So,” Leader begins conversationally, “that hole in your arm; how'd you get that, and more importantly, is it going to cause us any problems?” Perhaps he had just seen it up close, or perhaps it had just occurred to him to ask, but as 3 and 4 signalled that the hallway beyond the door is clear, that's the topic he's intent on discussing.

Turning to look at the leader Casino saw a possible way to maybe escape this whole incident intact and rejoin with Fixer, Vegas and the rest and continue with the real run.

“Wrong place wrong time. I’m in the middle of a run for Arasaka against Miltech seems the weapons corp’s got some type of new weapon project and I was hired to get it. Could bring in billions in cash for whomever gets it to the military and security market and on the streets first. I ‘d just got the info from my inside man at Miltech and was leaving a bar where I met him when I got caught in a shootout. Seems like some arrogant shaster got freaky with a gangers girlfriend and the ganger, of course, got pissed and decided to ice him. Just so happened I was leaving at the same time as him and got caught in the crossfire.

“I was lucky though I managed to get a com out to my Asasaka contact that I had the info and he told me they’d be sending a sec squad and med unit to retrieve it and me. However, cops showed up before they did and here I am with billions of dollars on a hidden data disk sitting in the trunk of those asshole cops in a bio lock box. But it’s all good I know Arasaka is still looking, and knowing I’ve got this wound, will be looking at hospitals to retrieve me.” Looking the leader straight in the eye, Casino’s gaze is cold as ice. “Hope that does not cause a problem for you as they really want that info and I’m the only one with the passcode to access that data."

“Arasaka and Militech, huh?” Leader remarks coolly after a moment of silence. “Some big fish you’re playing with, Mr. Metalhead.”

“He’s more trouble than he’s worth,” 1 states in a hard tone from where she stood nearby. “If his story holds up we could be seeing some really hot sh*t come our way any moment now.”

“True,” Leader responds. “Then again, it could play into the whole gig rather nicely.” He shrugs and motions Casino onward. “I’ve made up my mind. The more the merrier! Carry on, Mr. Metalhead.”

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“Well,” Leader exclaimed, “Lookie here, Mr. Metalhead! We’ve got an altruist.”

Altruist or not, the nurse standing nervously under the scrutiny and threat of terrorists is about five foot nine inches, perhaps one hundred and eighty pounds of defiant Polynesian woman. Long black hair is pulled away from her round face and though her bottom lip trembles she holds her head high.

“Nurse Altruist, why? Are? You? Still? Here?” Leader makes sure that Casino is in front of him as he steps to the side and spreads his arms wide while sauntering towards the station. “You had a chance to bail like all the other degree-ridden, self-important, worth more than the sick they treat big paychecks that you work with. Why in the world would you not take that path?”

“I--I--uh,” stutters the woman, her large brown eyes trying to keep 1’s weapon in sight while not leaving the rolling saunter of Leader.

“I am generally interested in knowing.” Leader leans forward with emphasis and smacks his chest with his left hand while turning his masked face towards Casino. “Aren't you curious, Mr. Metalhead? Spit. It. Out, Nurse Altruist.”

Looking Leader square in the eye once again and without any acting, Casino is brutally honest. “No. I’m not.”

“I took an oath,” the woman forces out while tilting her head back a little more. “Can’t leave my patients.”

Leader stops his forward movement and stands in statuesque respect. “Well, damn,” he sounds genuinely awed. “It’s people like this that make my job more difficult.”

“Time,” 1 warns from where she is standing guard.

“Right. Time.” Shaking off his impressed stance, leader pushes Casino forward and says, “Nurse Altruist, you've saved me some time just by being here. Now, Mr. Metalhead, here, needs you to show us which of these curtained suites contains a Mr. Thomas Akagi. Mr. Metalhead, you need that information, right?”

Casino casts a dark look towards Leader, then turns his gaze to the nurse. The leather clad solo hopes his BS about the Arasaka/Miltech run has sunk in. Walking forward, the large blonde man places Rigg’s pistol on the counter. Leaving it there, Casino walks up to the skittish nurse.

“Look,” he reasons, “make it easy. Just tell him what he wants to know. Think about it. Is this Akagi guy that important to you to die for? I don’t know this guy and I’m not part of this group but I’m pretty sure he’ll kill you if you don’t give him the info he wants.”

“Not part of this group?” Leader scoffs. “I thought we were BFFs, Mr. Metalhead.” Nurse Altruist looks sideways at the rough gunman standing next to her and visibly swallows.

With his little speech done, the big solo makes to move to Leader’s other side and even further away from Rigg’s pistol. If the leader thought he was going to do his dirty work and kill the nurse he was dead wrong and Casino would go down fighting to prevent that. He did not care if the nurse died he was just not going to be the one to kill her.

“Uh,” Leader points his weapon directly at Casino’s chest, the green laser dot dancing around on the leather of the trenchcoat. “You forgot your weapon, Mr. Metalhead. That was a gift from me to you and I’m liable to be offended if you leave it lying around.”

Before Casino can reply the nurse stammers, “I can’t. I can’t tell you where Mr. Akagi is. They’ll kill me.”

Posted on 2017-03-08 at 10:46:00.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Sure.


Works great! You could also just use the in-app function to email me the results in the future. bromern.sal@gmail.com

This works though.

Thanks for the post, Keeper. Tann, I've continued Casino's story. You're up.

Posted on 2017-03-08 at 10:27:48.
Edited on 2017-03-08 at 10:46:33 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Hey!


BOOOOO!

Posted on 2017-03-07 at 15:31:52.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: The ship is so quiet...


I can hear echoes in every hall...

Posted on 2017-03-07 at 15:29:59.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Nice post, Tann...


Do you want me to make the two rolls you need or would you like to use the RDINN dice roller and have it send me the roll results?

Persuasion & Fast-Talking twice.

Posted on 2017-03-07 at 15:28:45.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: So sorry you were sick!


That's no fun. Check your PM Aletheia. I sent you some info.

As we've no posts, I won't be posting today.

Posted on 2017-03-06 at 09:20:34.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Megacorps


Mentioning involvement from any megacorp can lead to concern by anyone who's got a brain, but the biggest, most well-known of these megacorps are: These. Keep in mind that Arasaka kind of blew themselves up according to the 20X0 timeline turning Night City into molten slag and making way for the current version of the nano-built city.

"And what of the Megacorps? Many are now bankrupt, still more shattered by assassination, war and their own treacherous agendas, the Megacorps have struggled to find survival and purpose in a world no longer their own. Seeking
to regain their lost power, they have become the NeoCorps—masters of subversion and treachery, always looking for the fatal weakness that will bring down the new order."

That's from the book, but for the sake of this game, the Neo and Mega are basically the same thing.

Posted on 2017-03-02 at 10:29:04.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Great question!


The individual who runs the game is T_Catt. His cohort is Eol. Reach out to either one of those guys and you're in the best hands.

Posted on 2017-03-02 at 10:21:59.

 


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