>>46700945
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>Welcome to Script Kitten Quest! A Cyberpunk adventure of corporate espionage, terrorism, transhumanism, occasional smut and fluffy tails that desperately need to be touched.
>Please glance over the Rules before we start.
>This isn't yet another 'happy invincible tale of X'. The Chicago Sprawl is a dangerous place. Everyone is subject to death or worse. However, that doesn't mean I am actively trying to kill us off.
>The world doesn't revolve around MC, some events (small and big) can and will happen without our interference.
>This game will use a modified version of Infinity’s tabletop rules. The main rolling mechanic is similar to Blackjack. Basically, we want to roll as high as possible without going over our attribute+/- modifyers. Having high stats becomes important when making opposed rolls with NPCs because we want to be able to roll higher than then without going over our stat.
>Before we begin, the first step is to vote on a Background Perk. The Voting Period is 15 minutes while we wait for players.

>>46700960
BP Options
>VR Gamer
We play ENTIRELY too many VR games for our own good. Fortunately, in 2090 Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Environments are not games in the traditional sense. They are hyper-realistic, virtual worlds which actually teach the player skills like how to swing a sword or shoot a gun. Choose one game below that our MC is utterly hooked on. You gain a one-level bonus to skills based on that game. This will also modify the look of our Avatar.

>Deadlands: (Avatar: http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/Torque2100/commishcold_by_wolfmweh.jpg )
+1 CHA, Small Guns, Survival, First Aid
>Totems of the Dead(Avatar: http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/Torque2100/soranamae-251505-Rnangho.jpg )
+1 CC, Survival, First Aid, Sneak
>Golemechwarrior IV (Avatar: http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/Torque2100/gecko_and_pilot__coloured__by_k1lleet-d8ekqz4_edit.jpg )
+1 WIP Pilot: Golemech (Gain this skill at Poor), Big Guns, Energy weapons
>Matrix of War: European Front (Avatar: http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/Torque2100/fan_armor_6_by_shimmering_sword-d6j598x.jpg )
+1 BS Small Guns, Big Guns, Energy Weapons

>Gang Member
While in St Louis, our MC joined a street gang. While running with them and fighting over turf, she learned how to handle herself in the criminal underworld. Increase Unarmed Combat, Small Guns and Athletics by one level and gain Etiquette: Underworld. Our MC also has a small scar on her face, a souvenir from her “jumping in.”

>Corporate Intern
Before shit really hit the fan, our MC interned with Featherstone Nanotech. After the Racial Purity Act passed, the Corp decided to make a good show of being a moral, upstanding corporate citizen and kicked her out. However, she retained a contact Eugene Rasmussen, a mid-level exec at the Corp who didn’t like at all the way the situation was handled. Increase Speech by one level and gain a Contact: Megacorp and Ettiquette: Corporate.
[1/2]

>>46700992
>Wild Talent
You choose to forgo a background perk, for now. Our MC has always felt like she was special. Different somehow, but has never been able to put her finger on it.

[2/2]

>>46700992
so pick one game AND pick a background?

>>46701206
No, if you pick the VR gamer background THEN you pick a game which modifies your skills and starting avatar. Otherwise our default avatar looks like this.

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/Torque2100/tron__roz_program_by_inkybrain-d6igd46.png

Also, brb. My Twitter has been compromised AGAIN. Twitter's security is a fucking joke, I change my password and they just brute force it again.

Excuse me while I unfollow 191 MORE ISIS twitter accounts.

>>46700992
>Deadlands
I guess I'll vote now after skimming through all these pastebins.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>46700992
>>46701271
well then

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d4)

>>46700992
>>46701297
wait shit, there are 4 options. Second die only counts if vr gamer is picked.

>>46701319
>>46701297
You voted for Corporate Intern!

Well 15 mins are up and we have the following votes.

1- VR Gamer: Deadlands

1-Corporate Intern

Extending this 5 minutes and hoping for a tie breaker.

>>46701388
No, that's not right, the d3 didn't account for Wild Talents.

But if the tie holds, go for the anon who actually picked something instead of rolling like I did.

>>46701440
Oh right, I was reading the first post. So votes are:

1- VR:Gamer Deadlands

1-Wild Talent

Well, any objections to >>46701440
's proposal and just going with Deadlands?

>>46701483
Nope. But I did vote Deadlands so I'm biased.

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>>46701440
>>46701553
Going once, going twice.


Okay. Our MC is hopelessly hooked on the Deadlands VRMMO and apparently plays as a Schoolmarm Blessed.

Updating the Character Sheet, then Writing the intro post.

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[Prologue]
[St. Louis, NAC. January 26th, 2089. 10:25 PM]
So the Racial Purity Act passed. Bummer.

After the Madrid Embassy attacks, the images of innocent people being murdered by an “evil Zeek’s” unnatural psychic power proved to be a propaganda boon for the NAC government. Riding high on this wave of anti-nonhuman sentiment, they rushed through the Racial Purity Act; a draconian piece of legislation that criminalizes the very existence of Psions as well as Nonhumans like yourself. It went into effect on Jan 1st, and you are afraid. The round-ups of replicants and suspected Psions have started. Word on the street is Hybrids are next in line. That means you, ami.

Fortunately, there’s still time to remind people what America used to stand for.

You’re on the way to meet Jazz, a friend of yours. Then you’re going to do a little “guerilla journalism.”

You pull your hoodie tighter around yourself against the January chill. Not even global warming, it seems, can save us from Missouri in winter. It’s dangerous being out this late, the Military Police are just looking for a reason to run people in, ESPECIALLY gene-trash like you. You’re not too worried though, you’ve done this hundreds of times.

The hardest part was getting out without grandma noticing. She must have known you were planning something, it seemed like she was never going to bed. Maybe she suspected what you were planning, but you’ve lived in that high-rise housing block since you were 11. Since Mom…. Well…. Walked out the door and never came back. You know every creaky floorboard, every squeaking stair, exactly how to sneak out.
[1/2]

>>46701693
[2/2]

A chill wind picks up sweeping through the glittering spires and concrete canyons of the city. You’re suddenly very glad you wore leggings under this skirt.

You suddenly stop next to a run-down looking electric sedan. Your ears perk at the sound of rubber on asphalt and the soft hum of an electric motor. Few people would be out this late, this can only be a military police cruiser. Your heart skips a beat, if the MPs catch you out this late, you’ll be arrested for sure.

>[PH + Sneak+3] Hide under the Sedan
>[PH+ Athletics] Make a run for it.
>[CHA] Play it cool
>Other [write in]

>>46701708
>>[PH + Sneak+3] Hide under the Sedan
don't see any reason not to play by the book

>>46701708
>[PH + Sneak+3] Hide under the Sedan
Just to check I'm doing the maths right, the DC for this would be 11-1+3=13

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>>46701763
>>46701798
You are correct, and that's the number we want to roll UNDER. We still want to roll as high as we can without going OVER and a result of exactly 13 is a Critical.

Also, Captcha is fucking with me.

>>46701841
So roll the dice!

Roll a d20 and we'll take the best of 2 rolls since I only seem to have 2 players.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46701841
>>46701866

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46701866

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46701866
>we'll take the best of 2 rolls since I only seem to have 2 players.
you can't stop me from rolling a second time!

>>46701869
Nice one.

>>46701878
If only I rolled like this in normal D20 quests.

>>46701869
Effective Attribute is (11 - 1 + 3)= 13

Best roll= 12

Success!

Writing.

>>46701878
Indeed. I wish I could roll 20s at all in D&D.

>>46700945
Going through pastebins now before I start participating. Is there anything else I should read before jumping in?
And is this an established game or universe? Is this setting some major one or something QM made up just for /tg/ quests, and is this the first one? Just curious.

>>46702048
Considering how long the Setting Encyclopedia is, I think you should just read the char sheet and skim the rules as things are happening.

It'll probably be obvious when a slang term is being used and we can check out the meaning whenever.

>>46701944
You hear the car coming, loose gravel crunching under its tires. You turn and dive under the car, scrambling forward along the freezing, wet pavement until you are safely underneath.

From your vantage point, you can see the headlights of the MP police cruiser illuminating the ground. The electric hum of its motor fills your ears as it gets closer. Finally the wheels come into view, rolling... to stop.

Shit.

Your breath catches in your throat as the MPs inside sweep the the sidewalk with their mounted searchlight. You instinctively cover your eyes. The angle means the searchlight creates deep shadows under the car, but the shine might give you away.

After what seems like an eternity, the searchlight swivels back into place, and you hear the cruiser's motor humming as it pulls away.

You finally allow yourself to breathe as the sound of the car fades away completely.

"Fuck, that was close."

What should we do now?
>Hurry to meetup with Jazz
>Take our time, let's not get caught.

>>46702070
>>46702048

To answer your question, this is based on Interface Zero, a Cyberpunk setting for Savage Worlds, True 20 and FATE.

>>46702100
>Hurry to meetup with Jazz

>>46702100
>Hurry to meetup with Jazz
If they're going for slow sweeps, better to skip past patrols.

>>46702100
>Hurry to meetup with Jazz

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>>46702149
>>46702150

No point in waiting, you think as you pull yourself out from under the sedan. You curse under your breath, your hoodie is wet and now you're really feeling the cold.

Well better shivering outside than in the back of an MP patrol car.

Needing to shave some time, you elect to a risky shortcut.

The alley smells of trash and, you stop to sample the air. Woodsmoke.

Shit. You'd hope that little gaggle of homeless guys had moved along, but you can smell the burn barrel from a block away.

Well, too late to back out now. You turn the corner and see them, three men huddled around a burn barrel like birds around a seeder. One of them is tall and lanky with ebony skin, his companion is a short fellow with a spare tire and a bulbous head stuffed into a knit cap. The last is an ancient, leathery-skinned guy with a ragged mustache and missing a few teeth.

They see you immediately. The tall one looks up from blowing on his hands and you can see a gleam in his eye, at least the eye that's not a cheap cybernetic.

"Hey baby! Hey kitty cat!" The start shouting at you and whistling.

"Why don't you come over here and keep warm with us?! Have a drink?"

>Ignore them and keep walking
>Flip them off and keep walking
>[CHA+Persuasion] Show them your AR gauntlet "I can fry your brain with this, so why don't you piss off?"
>[WIP+Hacking]Zap one of them with your Non-Lethal attack Program.
>Other [write in]

>>46702464
>[CHA+Persuasion] Show them your AR gauntlet "I can fry your brain with this, so why don't you piss off?"

>>46702464
>>Ignore them and keep walking

>>46702464
>Ignore them and keep walking
Fry em if they come closer, though. No need to start a fight we can avoid

>>46702464
>[CHA+Persuasion] Show them your AR gauntlet "I can fry your brain with this, so why don't you piss off?"

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>46702507
>>46702515
>>46702525
>>46702530

Yet again we have a tie. What is it with this quest and ties?

Rolling a d2,

1= Ignore them
2=Attempt Intimidation

>>46702558
>Ignore them
Wins

Writing.

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>>46702572
>>Ignore them and Keep Walking

[1/2]
You keep walking, looking straight ahead and trying to ignore the stink of men who haven't bathed in days and heavy winter coats that haven't been washed ever.

Sometimes you hate having a superhuman sense of smell.

The tall one moves as if to pursue you. "Hey baby, where you going so fast? Aww come back, kitty. I didn't mean it I was just playin."

Seeing you're not going to turn, he hits you with a parting shot. "Aww fuck you, bitch. You ain't hot anyway."

Crestwood Mall was a nice place when it re-opened back in 2044, after being stuck in development hell for 28 years. You remember coming here when you were a kid, but it was apparently never very profitable. It was difficult to get to, and being smack-dab in the middle of the crime-ridden “Helltown” half of St. Louis certainly didn’t help. The company went under and it closed 8 years ago. The building has stood empty and derelict since, slowly rotting away while different megacorps fight over the land. In the meantime it has become a haven for the dispossessed.

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>>46702642
[2/2]
You’re not planning to go far. The parking garage is the perfect spot for a clandestine meeting.

Or to get jumped by Chrome Reapers and have your TAP cut out of your still-living body.

You try to chase that image out of your head as you approach the fence. The gap is right where you remember it, and you duck inside, the ragged ends of the chicken-wire grabbing at your hoodie, the fence making a “ching chingggg” noise as the wire fence hits the fenceposts.

The darkness of the abandoned parking garage is thick, and would be blinding to an unmodified human. Good thing your eyes have a tapetum lucidum. Perks of being born spliced. The shadows melt away before you, revealing the ancient, cracked pavement beneath your feet. Trash is strewn everywhere and here and there, the moldering hulks of abandoned cars, all either stripped for parts long ago or just smashed to bits by bored teenagers.

The pungent smell of mildew fills your nostrils, and the sound of your footsteps echoes from the crumbling concrete.
You pass an abandoned minivan, its doors pulled off the hinges and every single shard of glass broken and scattered across the pavement, your feline ears perk at the sound of someone sliding to the ground behind you the broken glass cracking under their feet as they land.
“Freeze!”

>Put your hands up and turn around slowly.
>[WIP+Hacking+Program] Turn around and zap them with your attack program.
>[PH+Unarmed] Whirl around and try to kick them.
>Other [Write in]

>>46702681
>>[PH+Unarmed] Whirl around and try to kick them.

>>46702681
>[WIP+Hacking+Program] Turn around and zap them with your attack program.

>>46702681
>[WIP+Hacking+Program] Turn around and zap them with your attack program.
eh, not intimidating enough to seem like this is their territory.

>>46702681
>[PH+Unarmed] Whirl around and try to kick them.
inb4 it's Jazz

>>46702820
If it is he's a moron.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>46702739
>>46702776
>>46702816
>>46702820

AGAIN WITH THE TIES?!!?!

Rolling a d2

1=Kick 'em
2=Zap 'em.

Everyone else, go ahead and roll. It's 1d20 either way. Best roll out of 4.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46702887

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46702887

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46702887

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46702887

>>46702900
>>46702905
>>46702950
>>46702960

Wow, that was close

TN is (11+0) = 11

Best roll is a 9 which is a hit with a kick.

However, the target gets a defense roll which I will be generating on Random.org.

BRB, writing.

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Survival instincts kick into high gear. You whirl, extending your rear leg and striking backwards towards the source of the voice. Your target sees your move and deftly deflects the blow springing back and out of the arc of your kick

(Target rolled an 11 vs a PH of 12 and so beats us and blocks the attack)

“Fucking hell, Jazz you almost gave me a heart attack.”

A palpable sense of relief washes over you as you see, not a chrome reaper or a gang-banger looking for a hit of the old ultra-violence, but a woman about your age in jeans and a short white jacket. Her caramel colored skin and dyed red hair are instantly familiar to you. It’s Jazz; your best friend since Junior High. The only one who wanted to make friends with the Hybrid freak girl with the missing mom.

You try to catch your breath and slow your racing pulse.

Jazz favors you with the knowing smirk she always has when she knows she’s beaten you.

“You need to be more attentive, kitten. I had you dead bang.”

You immediately bristle. ‘Kitten’ It’s hard not to get annoyed when every single solitary idiot in the sprawl gives you the exact same nickname just because of your genes. Jazz has always called you that though.

>Dammit, Jazz would you stop with the Kitten, shit already?
>Whatever. Did you bring the goods?

>>46703068
>Whatever. Did you bring the goods?

>>46703068
>I'll have you know that I'm a [name] now, not just some kitten.

>>46703068
>Whatever. Did you bring the goods?

>>46703068
>>Whatever. Did you bring the goods?

>>46703068
>Dammnit Jazz

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>>46703090
>>46703119
>>46703166
(Finally. NOT A TIE)

>>Whatever, did you bring the goods?

Jazz’ smirk widens to a grin. “I sure did. Got a new virus sheet and some juicy intel from the Man himself.”

You look up at Jazz, your ears perking in surprise and amazement. “Wait. You MET Scorpio Sage?”

“The very same. He’s been mentoring me, showing me how he codes the Black Hat Byte. Soon I’ll be able to code my own Virus Sheets.”

Her expression darkens, her smile fading into a worried look.
“The things he showed me. Rache, I don’t think you’re gonna like this.”

Jazz pokes at the air in front of her. A file transfer request pops up on your AR overlay.

“What is it?”

“Drone reconnaissance of some huge, NAC construction project in the Ozarks.”

There are two files. The first is a series of grainy, black and white photos. All clearly taken from a microdrone and timestamped about 2 weeks ago. What they depict sends a chill down your spine. Dozens of identical, bald figures working hurriedly to erect inwardly sloping fences to surround a massive complex of buildings, mostly long, low structures that look like barracks.
Judging from the ring of heavily armed robots surrounding the site, these people probably aren’t volunteers.
However, what frightens you most are the ominous, concrete buildings further in the distance. The ones sporting smokestacks.

“Jazz, is this what I think it is?”

Jazz nods gravely. “The rigger that took those pictures is now dead.”

The second file is labelled “TheBlackHatBye01.29.89” A file tag reads “Tag this to hyper-objects. Be sure to run this in Demo Mode if you want to preview it.”

>Jazz. What have you dragged me into?
>Well let’s do this. Wouldn’t want his death to be in vain.
>Open [TheBlackHatBye01.29.89] in demo mode
>Other[Write in]

>>46703212
>Jazz. What have you dragged me into?
We're still going to do it, of course.

>>46703212
>Ask about the second file

>>46703212
>Jazz. What have you dragged me into?

>>46703212
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq1w8rO0bG0&index=113&list=PLwXMp4gT5HNR3T7EixbhS6GgUCpy5NI1G

This seems very appropriate to the subject matter at hand.

>>46703212
>>Open [TheBlackHatBye01.29.89] in demo mode

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>>Jazz. What have you dragged me into?

Jazz shrugs and raises her eyebrows. “Hey Rache, this fight is here weather you wanted it or not.” She puts her hands on her hips and walks towards you.

"I sure hope you didn't come all the way out her for nothing. Let's tag this file all over town, yeah? Make it so the people can't ignore this any longer."

>Ask about the second file

"So what's this second file?" You ask. "Is this what I think it is?"

Jazz nods. "One of Sage's special Virus Sheets. Just use your Exploit program to install that baby onto any kind of digital device. A public info terminal, an AR ad board and then anyone who interacts with its ARO will instead have the Virus Sheet hack through their firewalls and confront them with the truth. About what President Webber is planning, and about what they are letting happen in this country."

Jazz gives a satisfied sigh, grinning ear to ear.

"You've been rehearsing that little speech, haven't you?" You ask as you slot the the [BlackHatByte] and run the file in demo mode.
[1/?]

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>>46703429
[2/?]
>[Open [TheBlackHatBye01.29.89] in Demo Mode]

You click the file and select “open.”

The Virus Sprite slices through your cheap, consumer grade Firewall like it wasn’t even there. Instantly, your AR overlay pixelates and freezes, unresponsive.

First a demo window pops up, displaying “Stop” “Play” “Skip Forward” “Skip Backward” and “Exit.” Options. Options that wouldn’t be there if you hadn’t been running demo mode.

A few seconds later, an AR window pops up. A figure in a blue trenchcoat appears with a blank, featureless face appears.

“Hey there, Sprawlers. Sorry to interrupt the AR-augmented shopping spree you call living, but I figured your Corporate overlords could do without your unwavering attention for a bit, while I shove some hard, throbbing TRUTH down your throat, whether you like it or not.”

A slideshow begins moving behind him, starting with a grainy, old photograph of a balding man with a large mustache.

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>>46703470
“You may have heard a quote by George Santayana once or twice. ‘Those who cannot remember the past are destined to repeat it.’ Well friends, history is repeating itself in the NAC, right in front of you, right now.”
“I’m sure the Racial Purity Act sounded wonderful when you first heard about it. ‘Oh it’s a wonderful idea’ you might have said to yourself. ‘I hate these people; I hate having to share a country with them. Let’s get the Government to make them all disappear. It’s not as if any REAL people go away. Just those evil Zeeks who can fry my brain, those fucking Replicants who took all our jobs, those nasty Hybrids who mixed their genes with animal filth.’ Oh the list of those you good, God-fearing people hate goes on and on doesn’t it?”
“Have you ever stopped to consider, who the ones dangling this hate-carrot in front of you really are? Have you forgotten yet, the many outrages that led to the Second Civil War? The suspension of habeas corpus. The imprisonment of political dissidents?”

“Have you forgotten the Texas Tussle? Have you forgotten gun crazed, National Guardsmen massacring civilians and committing war crimes until the Texas Rangers and local law enforcement joined forces to kick the Feds out of Texas?”

“It was only one straw among many that triggered the Second Civil War, to be sure, but this should be a message to you. A message about the motherfucking TITANIC can of worms you have just opened. If you think President Webber and his religious fanatic cronies are going to stop with non-humans, you are LYING to yourself. There’s a whole country full of degenerates, homosexuals, darkies and Yids all waiting to be disappeared under the Racial Purity Act.”

“An as for those people, the ones your government is getting rid of. Have you ever wondered what the ‘Away’ they go to is? Well wonder no more, sprawler.”

>Let it keep playing.
>Skip forward
>Skip backard
>Stop

>>46703488
>Let it keep playing.
Laying it on a bit thick isn't he?

>>46703488
>Let it keep playing.

>>46703488
>Let it keep playing
If we're going to be using this thing "hard, throbbing truth", we want to know everything about it before we start spreading it everywhere.

Also, all that lore. Glad I did read the encyclopedia after all, and I also just want to say that this is a very interesting setting that I'm excited to join a quest in.

>>46703488
>Let it keep playing.

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>>46703525
>Laying it on a bit thick isn't he?
(He's basically a cyberpunk version of the Question. Would you expect anything less?)

The screen behind him changes to the images you saw before. The black and white pictures of President Webber’s new Concentration Camps.

“Behold, the Undesirable’s Roach Motel. ‘You can check in, but the only way out is up the smokestack.’”

“I sure hope you blue-platers watching at home didn’t sleep though history class. Because if you were paying attention, especially to that little unpleasant bit about Germany between 1931 and 1945, these images should scare the shit out of you.”

The image behind him changes to the iconic shot of the gate to Auscwitz concentration camp.

“Seriously?! Were the Atlantica Bombings not enough of a wakeup call for you people? History is repeating itself, right in front of you with your silent consent.”

“’What can I do?’ I hear you ask. Let me tell you, ami. Little old you, might not be able to do much, but get a whole bunch of ‘little old you’s together, and you can change the world. It won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. You have to put your bodies upon the gears, upon the wheels, upon levers upon all the apparatus and you have got to make it stop. You can start by telling your friends what you’ve seen here, and hope some of them listen.”

“Until next time, Ami. This is Scorpio Sage, bitch-slapping you with the truth, whether you like it or not.”

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>>46703532
It's one of the reasons I love Interface Zero so much. It's remarkable how prescient an RPG campaign setting created in 2010 can be.

It's worth noting that, in my experience, Interface Zero is considerably darker than either Shadowrun or Cyberpunk 2020.

>On with the show

Scorpio's avatar dissipates before you, your AR overlay returns to normal as the Virus Sheet releases you from its digital grasp.

"It's quite something, isn't it?" Jazz says as she leans against the rusted out hulk of the minivan. "It's going to be hard for the blue-platers to ignore this one."

She stands and brushes dust off her jeans.

"So, shall we?" She asks, nodding towards the world outside this musty parking garage.

“Say Rache, why don’t you pick the first target tonight? You lead and I’ll follow.”

You stroke your chin. It’s nice being able to pick the first move. You could get used to having options. After some thought, a few juicy targets spring to mind.

>The Smart-Ads and Public Infoterminals at the Metro-Station. Maximum exposure for rush hour crowds.

>Victory Park. Formerly Jefferson Memorial. The Gateway Arch, now called “the Gatway to Victory” has been transformed into one of the most important propaganda symbols for the NAC military. It’s a bit of a hike, though.

>The Public Service Information Sign at the Military Police Precinct. Live dangerously.

>>46703650
>Victory Park. Formerly Jefferson Memorial. The Gateway Arch, now called “the Gatway to Victory” has been transformed into one of the most important propaganda symbols for the NAC military. It’s a bit of a hike, though.
the obscure, hard to reach places first, so we can have as many places planted before they start being discovered.

>>46703650
>The Smart-Ads and Public Infoterminals at the Metro-Station. Maximum exposure for rush hour crowds.

>>46703650
>>The Smart-Ads and Public Infoterminals at the Metro-Station. Maximum exposure for rush hour crowds.

>>46703650
>Smart-Ads and Public Infoterminals

2nd option is great for being symbolic and meaningful and all, really sticking it to the man by using propaganda to spread your own truth, but so many less people would stop by there that I don't think it's really worth it, especially considering our goal is just to spread this video, not add any more meaning to it.

3rd option just seems dangerous for the sake of being dangerous.

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>>The Smart-Ads and Public Infoterminals at the Metro-Station. Maximum exposure for rush hour crowds.

You think for a moment, stroking your chin, your tail twitching back and forth.

"Why don't we hit the Metro Station? It's close to where we are, and the Virus Sheets will get maximum exposure come rush hour."

Jazz smirks. “Not what I would have picked, but a good enough target I guess. So, shall we get started?"

You turn to leave, but Jazz stops you.

“Hey listen, Rache. One more thing before we get going.” Jazz reaches into her pocket, pulls out an old-style solid-state memory chip and holds it up so you can clearly see the label. It simply reads “Watch Me.”

“This is for you.” She says, handing you the chip. “Don’t slot it. Yet. This is just in case…”

>Take the chip and leave without saying anything
>Take the chip. "Ooo-kay. Expecting any trouble?"
>"Just in case, what? Jazz."
>Other [Write in]

>>46703806
>Take the chip. "Ooo-kay. Expecting any trouble?"

>>46703806
>This is just in case
"Ahoy matey, what do ye see upon the horizon!?"
"A ship captain! And it sails the Death Flag!"

>"Just in case, what? Jazz."

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>>46703806
>Take chip "Expecting any trouble"?
QM's not going to give us a single friend in this cold, dark world, and then immediately kill her off is he?
Is he?
Shit.

>>46703806
>>Take the chip
>Just in case for me, or just in case for you?

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>>46703806
[1/2]

>>Take the chip. "Ooo-kay. Expecting any trouble?"

Jazz shrugs in that usual, nonchalant way she does. "It never hurts to be prepared."

"Prepared for what, Jazz?"

Her face darkens at your continued insistence. "Don't make me say it, Rache. You know what will happen if we get caught. Let's go."

The trip to the Metro station is mostly uneventful. You only see one passing MP patrol cruiser, and it's easy to dodge, but the whole way your nerves burn with tension. You can't help but imagine that an MP control drone has you flagged already.

Finally, the Museum St. Station yawns open in the pavement before you. The St. Louis metro is open 24/7, but this late at night few people are riding the trains except for gang members looking for a quick fix and homeless people who just want to be warm.

"After you." Jazz motions ahead of her.

The metro is dark and quiet, a warm breeze blows in from the tunnels carrying the smell of ozone.

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>>46704020

You slip in ahead of Jazz and take in the sight. The station is completely deserted, not even a late night drunk here to spoil your fun.

You can see a few juicy targets. Just ahead, a set of AR billboards begin to play back animations as you approach. "Welcome, Rachelle and Harry. It's time, time for you to SURF MIT BOB." M3's latest "so long as it sounds foreign" marketing slogan for their line of TAP upgrades.

You also spy a public info terminal.

Jazz gives you a disappointed look.

"Rache, didn't I tell you to get a fake ID? Now you're going to have to hack those billboards and erase your record."

>Hack the Billboards to remove your Facial recognition scan
>Hack the public info terminal
>Roll eyes at Jazz.

>>46704105
>Hack the Billboards to remove your Facial recognition scan

>>46704105
>Hack the Billboards to remove your Facial recognition scan

>>46704105
> Hack the Billboards to remove your Facial recognition scan
>[WIP+Hacking+Exploit]Hack the public info terminal

Sorry, forgot to mark these as rolls.

>>46704105
Remove facial scans first, don't know if the virus or whatever the rock-hard throbbing truth is will lock down memory or whatever

>>46704105
>Hack the Billboards to remove your Facial recognition scan
First things first.

>>46704124
>>46704138
>>46704181

>Hack the Billboards to remove your Facial recognition scan

Good idea.

Roll 1d20.

TN is [12+0+0-1(Firewall rating)]

Also we need to get higher than a five while getting under our TN.

GO.

>>46700945
Furry shit doesn't belong.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46704218

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>46704218

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46704218

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46704218
Watch us completely fail the roll.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46704218

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46704218
Sorry for being new but, but I read the rules pastebin and still don't quite understand this rolling system. We were asked for only one roll, but everyone seems to be rolling. Do we just go with whichever roll is best?

>>46704276
1 roll per post, best of X posts

>>46704276
Each of us rolls 1d20, and OP takes the best roll out from the first few posts, of a number he will generally declare beforehand, though he appears to have forgotten this time around.

>>46704276
Yes, all active players roll, then we use the best out of all the rolls.

(This is going to get more complicated when we start involving autofire weapons or more powerful hacking programs. Those have a Burst rating, meaning we roll multiple d20s for those actions. Just one for each point of Burst.)

Best Roll is a 10
Success!

You slice through the billboards' firewall quite easily. Thankfully they're all controlled from the same node, probably to cut down costs. You locate the file containing the Facial recognition database and with a quick wave of your hand, erase your entry, then turn off the facial recognition scanner before it can ID you again.

You roll your eyes at Jazz. "I know. Those aren't exactly cheap."

You finish up your handywork and look up at Jazz who gives you an approving golf clap.

>Install the Virus Sheet on the Billboards
>Install it on the Public infoterminal.
>Other [write in]

>>46704311
Last roll was best of 4, so I'd assume its the same.

>>46704311
>Install it on the Public infoterminal.

>>46704302
>>46704311
>>46704336
Alright, thanks.

>Install on billboards
Those seem to activate just by walking near them, right? You don't have to actually go up to it and activate it like I am assuming you would with the terminals?

>>46704336
>Install the Virus Sheet on the Billboards

>>46704336
>Install it on the Public infoterminal.
how much attention do people really pay to billboards?

>>46704336
Install it on the Public infoterminal.

Im on mobile cant participate much

>>46704336
>Yes, all active players roll, then we use the best out of all the rolls.
That seems like a good recipe to either never pass or pass everything dependent on how many players are there. Why not just best of three or four everytime?

>Install the Virus Sheet on the Billboards

>>46704390
>That seems like a good recipe to either never pass or pass everything dependent on how many players are there. Why not just best of three or four everytime?
That's actually not a bad idea. I will take that under consideration.

So, the Billboards have it. Writing.

>>46704411
Crap, forgot.

Everyone needs to roll 1d20 again. Best out of 4.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46704429

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46704429

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46704429

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46704429
Check out this 1!

>>46704437
>>46704440
>>46704441
>>46704442
It's hilarious how these would normally be good rolls in most other quests.

>>46704454
It's the Dice Gods fucking with us.

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(TN was 11 (12+0+0-1)
(Best roll is 12. Failed)
(Beaten by a cheap, ad-grade Firewall. Ouch.)

You furrow your brow, feeling the beads of sweat form underneath your AR goggle.

Fuck, what is taking so long. This is a cheap, ad-grade firewall. You've sliced these things a hundred times before.

"Allllmost... Got it!" You shout triumphantly.

Your joy is premature.

////AUTHENTICATION ERR////
----CONNECTION REFUSED---

"That's not good."
You feel your heart pounding in your chest. No, not an ad board. Not like this.

/////WI-FI INTRUSION DETECTED/////////
////////////DISPATCHING SECURITY////////////


"Okay that's not good."

"What, what's not good?" Jazz shouts from behind you.

You pull up your goggles and turn towards Jazz, opening your mouth to speak, to tell her to run.

You words are cut off by the sound of the maintenance door slamming shut.

"MILITARY POLICE! DO NOT MOVE! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!"

FUUUUUCK.

>[PH+Athletics] Make a run for it.
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap him with your attack program
>[CHA+Persuasion-8] “Officer, this isn’t what it looks like.”
>Other [Write-in]

>>46704544
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap him with your attack program

>>46704544
>Zap with attack program
Because our technomancer career is off to such a great start.

>>46704544
>>[CHA+Persuasion-8] “Officer, this isn’t what it looks like.”

>>46704544
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap him with your attack program
it was going to happen at some point.

>>46704544
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap him with your attack program

>>46704544
>>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap him with your attack program

You guys ready to fuck up and die already?

>>46704581
(Do you really think I would kill the MC during the Prologue?)

Roll 1d20. TN is 9 (12+0+0-3). He's a military cop with a good quality Firewall (basically -3 to hit)

Best of 5.

Good luck.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46704611

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46704611

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46704611
You don't have to, the Dice Gods will do it for you.

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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46704611

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>46704611

These would be good rolls anywhere else.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>46704623
Crit confirms.
Dice Gods are out for blood.

>>46704611

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46704611

>>46704628
SAVED

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46704628
THE DICE GODS ARE MILDLY AMUSED

>>46704628
That dude got pretty well zapped. Hopefully.

>>46701878
>>46704623
>>46704637
seriously?

I love it how as soon as a quest uses nonstandard rolling, the dice gods finally decide to shower us in 20s.

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>>46704628
(TN is a 9, roll to hit is a 9)
(CRITICAL!)
(AUTOMATIC WOUND)
(No, they don't require confirming)

You raise your arms, managing your sweetest smile. "Officer, this isn't what it looks like."

The Cop nods in amusement. "Heh, my ass it's not what it looks like. You're ass is meat you little fre---AAHHHHGGGH!"

The second he's in your transmission range you zero in on his TAP. Your arm lunges forward, activating the ARO for your Non-lethal damage program. The program finds a weak point in his Firewall, an old Zero Day he forgot to patch. One moment, this guy is no doubt savoring the thought of your humiliation and seeing you dragged to the camps, the next harmful code injected directly into his brain induces a seizure.

He drops to the floor drooling, but alive.

"NEXT TIME UPDATE YOUR FIREWALLS, n00b!"

You don't have long to savor your victory. Jazz grabs your wrist.

"We'd better get out here." She says, eyeing the security camera.

>Make a run for it
>[WIP+Hacking+Exploit]Hack the camera network and erase the footage.

>>46704720
>[WIP+Hacking+Exploit]Hack the camera network and erase the footage.

>>46704720
Get the camera we're on a roll

>>46704720
>[WIP+Hacking+Exploit]Hack the camera network and erase the footage.

>>46704720
>[WIP+Hacking+Exploit]Hack the camera network and erase the footage.
We totally got this! Totally.

>>46704720
>[WIP+Hacking+Exploit]Hack the camera network and erase the footage.

>>46704734
>>46704735
>>46704739
>>46704742
>>46704751

Probably a good idea, we're already a despised an outcast minority. I doubt leaving the evidence of the attempted murder of a police officer is going to help our situation.

Same thing, Roll 1d20
TN is 11 (12+0+0-1)

Best of 5

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>46704769
Brace for 20s!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46704769

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46704769
I got this buddies, don't worry.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46704769

Nice rolling, >>46704776

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>46704769

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>>46704776
>>46704780
what are the dice gods even doing now

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>46704769

Nice rolling, >>46704780

>>46704790
Having a bit of a laugh probably.

>>46704776
>>46704780
(DOUBLE CRITICAL)

"Hold on a second, Jazz."

You pull up your AR overlay and quickly target the security camera, with a few mental keystrokes you slice through the system's defenses and locate the files containing the security camera footage for today.

Your exploit program not only erases and and overwrites the footage with junk data, you corrupt the hard drive's cache rendering it useless.

"Now we can leave." You say, and not a moment too soon. The maintenance doors burst open again, two MPs. This time with guns drawn. They know you're not playing around.

>[PH+Athletics] LEG IT!
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Stand and fight!

>>46704790

Clearly, the dice gods share my love of cybercatgirls.

>>46704823
>[PH+Athletics] LEG IT!

>>46704823
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Stand and fight!

The dice gods are with us this day.

>>46704823
>you corrupt the hard drive's cache rendering it useless.
did we actually install the virus sheet in all this?


>[PH+Athletics] LEG IT!

>>46704823
>Stand and fight
Feeling pretty high on power to be honest my family.

>>46704823
>[PH+Athletics] LEG IT!
No point staying when more will just come.

>>46704846
He is correct, in fact half the Precinct is probably converging on your location right now.

The "LEG IT!"s win by one

Roll 1d20 TN is 10 (11-1)

Good Luck.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46704877

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46704877
Rev up those 12s!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46704877
Only half the precinct?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46704877
Time for the classic "Fall and twist our ankle!"

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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46704877

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46704877
cant run legs broken

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46704877

SCRAM

Fucking haha dice gods. You got us.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46704846
>Not fighting till you've killed them all.
You disappoint me.

>>46704877
Time for kill

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46704877

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46704880
>>46704883
>>46704893
>>46704898
>>46704900
>>46704906
>>46704908
>>46704912
I think you can just kill us now OP.

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>>46704880
>>46704883
>>46704893
>>46704898
>>46704900
>>46704906
>>46704908
>>46704912
>>46704920
>>46704925

10 rolls. All above 10. That's like flipping tails 10 times in a row.

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>13 posters total
>10 rolls
So not counting QM, we have 2 more people who can roll. Two last hopes.
Come on "Furry shit doesn't belong" anon, I believe in you.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46704944
I bet 1 dollar Bob!

>>46704939
Someone's gonna be flipping our tail soon that's for sure.

Should've fought.
Dice Gods call for blood, and we turned tail.
If we won't give them blood, they'll take it.

>>46704954
can it be jazz

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46704611
>(Do you really think I would kill the MC during the Prologue?)
At this rate you won't get a say in the matter.

>>46704969
If we don't get her killed first.

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(Best roll=11)
(WELP!)

Seeing their buddy has put the MPs on the warpath.

"ON THE GROUND! GET ON THE GROUND!" They raise their guns painting laser sights on you. Your confidence fades, replaced by fear as you turn to run.

Suddenly the dream of your triumph has become a nightmare. Worse, it's the nightmare where no matter how fast you try to run, the sludge slows you down so the monsters can get you.

You scream for Jazz, but she's so far ahead you think you'll never catch up to her. Just like in everything else.

You barely make it to the t-junction leading to the surface when what feels like a freight train hits you from behind. The first MP shoulder checks you into a wall and body-slams you to the ground. The hard concrete knocks the wind out of you and muscular legs straddle your torso, pinning you down. You feel a ring of cold steel press against your head.

"Don't move, freak, or I'll blow your head off."

From your vantage point you can see Jazz watching helplessly, torn halfway between escape and helping you.

>Scream for Jazz to help you
>Scream for Jazz to run
>Lie still and be quiet
>[PH+Unarmed-3]Attack the MP with your claws.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46704877
>2 more 20s
I take a nap and this is what happens

>>46705020
>[PH+Unarmed-3]Attack the MP with your claws.
KEEP GOING

>>46705020
>>[PH+Unarmed-3]Attack the MP with your claws.
Go for broke.
Dice Gods want blood, give it to them.

>>46705020
Attack with claws.
Don't forget that we have an unarmed bonus that they may not be expecting us to use.
And don't forget that we have a semi-bulletproof hoodie that they certainly won't expect.

>>46705020
>Scream for Jazz to run
She's needed more than we are.

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>>46705020
>>[PH+Unarmed-3]Attack the MP with your claws.

Blood for the Blood God!

And Dice Gods, I suppose.

>>46705020
>Scream for Jazz to run
>Attack the MP

>>46705036
>>46705037
>>46705038
>>46705044

Well, since you insist on committing suicide...

CC is 9 -3 makes TN 6.

So we need a 6 to successfully hit the MP from a prone position, while he has us pinned with a gun to our head.

Good luck.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46705066
Nah it's fine we've got this under control.

>>46705066
Roll is 1d20 BTW.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>46705066
DEUS VULT!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46705066
This 6 for the Dice Gods!
MAY BLOOD FLOW FOR THEIR AMUSEMENT!

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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46705066

RIP AND TEAR

Also, >>46705072 and >>46705081 handled it pretty well.

Dice gods want blood tonight.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>46705066

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46705066
>inb4 we get our head blown off

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46705066
toootaly fine

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>46705066
I'll take a 6

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46705066
For Grace, I go.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46705066

Surrendering is suicide.

Though I agree we could have waited for a better opportunity, but there was no guarantee one would come.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>couldn't even roll below 10
>now we gotta roll 6
We might as well ask him to hand us the gun so we can put ourself down.

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>>46705072
>>46705081
(Wow, I guess the Dice gods really do want blood tonight)

[1/2]

You struggle yowling like the beast you are. Your arm shoots up knocking the gun away, the officer fires a second to late. The gun's report is deafening so close to your ear, and leaves it ringing.

Your other hand flies up into his face and your claws dig in. The MP recoils clutching is face, blood pouring out of deep gouges in the flesh. A second later, Jazz's foot connects as she does a flying kick into the MP's head knocking him on his ass.

Jazz gabs your arm, hauling you to your feet.

"Damn, Kitten. We're on a roll tonight!"

The other cop rounds the corner and sees his partner passed out on the floor. "Control! Paramedics and backup to my GPS."

You look at Jazz, grinning ear to ear. You feel like you could take on the world.

Then it starts.

>>46705155
>Then it starts.
RIP Jazz ;_;

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>>46705155
[2/3]
It started small, at first.

A high-pitched whining noise that seemed to start inside your skull. For a moment you thought your TAP was glitching, but then the noise grew louder and louder. Soon it was a piercing shriek. A distorted, electronic sound that starts inside your skull and throbs its way out. Your temples start to pound. You clutch at the sides of your head, pressing your ears against your scalp in a vain attempt to silence that horrid, piercing NOISE. That fucking scream from deep inside your skull. It’s not just you, either. The cop,is clutching his head and staggering, screaming to be heard over the growing cacophony from inside his own skull.

Then the world goes mad. Your TAP overlay goes crazy, pixels flashing in front of you, spam windows opening and closing. The screaming becomes millions of voices, some laughing, some crying, some talking some screaming, all pouring into your brain faster than you can process them.
In the midst of the chaos of flashing augmented reality objects, a single window opens, floating before you the green text on black background scrolls by with blistering speed like the digital scrawlings of a madman.

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>>46705165
>implying with our rolls we both won't die
Unless we're killing people.
We're practically vampires already, surviving on the blood of others, so the Dice Gods don't come for ours.

>>46705192
Well that's not what I expected.
But hey at least neither Jazz or us have a bullet in us. Yet.

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>>46705192

It is agony, your hands flail at the back of your neck, you feel the urge to dig your claws in, to tear that fucking TAP out of your spine right here and now.
You feel someone grab your arm, snapping you out of it. Jazz looks down at you, her eyes wide with fear. “Rache, come on. We have to go! It’s starting!”

You struggle to see Jazz through the torrent of spam and glitching AROs.

"What's starting, what..."

Your thoughts are cut short.

By a gunshot.

You turn in surprise. The cop who's eye you clawed is standing now, blood streaming down his face. His gun is back in his hand, the barrel is smoking.

He shot the other cop. He shot his partner.

"Fucking demons. You won't get ME DEMONS! YOU WON'T TURN ME!" He turns towards you firing wildly. His one good eye open with a look of wild terror. "I'LL KILL YOU! I"LL KILLLL YOU ALL!"

>Grab Jazz and run
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap the fucker!

>>46705242
>Grab Jazz and run
Haha let's run.

>>46705242
>Grab Jazz and run
Yeah, the video was a hoax, this was the real plan.

>>46705242
>Grab Jazz and run

We've used up way too many of our nine lives tonight already. Get out while we can.

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>>46705242
>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap the fucker!

ZAP, muthafucka!

>>46705242
>>[WIP+Hacking+Attack Program] Zap the fucker!
The Dice Gods are not yet sated.

>>46705242

>SCRAM

>>46705249
>>46705251
>>46705252
>wanting to flee when there is blood to spill
YOU ANGER THE DICE GODS!

>>46705242
>Grab Jazz and run
Discretion is the better part of WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

>>46705268
nah, the DC for this one is too easy, need a bigger challenge.

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>>46705249
>>46705251
>>46705252
(Sorry to rush things a bit, but I got to finish this up.)
(The runners have it)

"YOU'RE NOT GONNA TURN ME! DIE! DIE! DIIIIEEEEE!"

The crazed MP's screams are barely audible over the roar of his handgun in the concrete corridors. You grab Jazz's arm and pull her after you, running frantically towards the exit. One bullet whizzes past your head, then another hits the wall next to you.

The gunshots stop, the you chance a look behind you. The cop is still pulling the trigger of his empty gun. As you watch, he sinks to his knees and begins to sob uncontrollably.

You emerge into the cold night, and into a deafening sound of chaos.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXIVFSAZr0k

Where once there was peaceful, quiet night, a full blown riot has broken out.

People are spilling out of a nearby bar onto the streets. The pain in your skull is still there, but fading. Hearing returns and all around you, people are screaming. Some are flailing at things that aren’t there. Here a woman lies on the sidewalk in a fetal position, there a man tries to hold down another man who seems to be writhing in the grips of a seizure, his eyes rolled back into his head and foam spilling from his lips.

Then you smell blood.

"Rache..... Rache.... stop..." Jazz' voice is strained and breathless more than you've ever heard her before.

You stop and turn back towards the sound of Jazz’ voice. Jazz stands still before you, staring down at her stomach. Following her gaze you see a spreading dark stain in her shirt, with a ragged hole in the middle.

"Rache..." She collapses to the pavement
>[WIP+First Aid] Try to stop the bleeding
>Grab her hand
>Scream for help.

>>46705340
>[WIP+First Aid] Try to stop the bleeding
Welp. With our rolls, she's pretty fucked, isn't she?

>>46705340
>[WIP+First Aid] Try to stop the bleeding

>>46705340
>>[WIP+First Aid] Try to stop the bleeding
Dice Gods will have their due.
Go for the futile roll.

>>46705340
Stop the bleeding

>>46705340
>[WIP+First Aid] Try to stop the bleeding
we can worry about bullet extraction later. If she survived this long, shock shouldn't be the main issue.

THERE'S YOUR DIFFICULTY DICEGODS, BRING IT

>>46705340
>Stop dat bleeding

>>46705350
>>46705351
>>46705361
>>46705362
>>46705363
>>46705366

Okay TN is 11 (12-1)

Best of 5

Roll

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46705378

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>46705378
I did the math, and it's kind of ridiculous that we're failing in the first place.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46705378
Rev up those 20s!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46705378

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46705378

MEDIC!

>>46705386
Nice job anon.

>>46705386
Did I save her, or is this a scripted death and no amount of crits can save her?

>>46705386

I LOVE THIS DOCTOR! MEDIC IS CREDIT TO TEAM!

>>46705397
You did such a good job that she died of amazement

/roll 1d20

>>46700960
>This isn't yet another 'happy invincible tale of X'. The Chicago Sprawl is a dangerous place. Everyone is subject to death or worse. However, that doesn't mean I am actively trying to kill us off.
>The world doesn't revolve around MC, some events (small and big) can and will happen without our interference.
Aw fuck yes.

Did the players manage to get themselves killed (or crippled their possibilities) by doing something catastrophically stupid in the first thread?

>>46705397
She survived long enough to give you her credits.

Which you could have looted off her corpse anyway.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>46705413
jesus can i suck any more than that?

>>46705386
(Wow, another critical)
(Too bad this is a cutscene >:) )

"Jazz! Jazz No!" You rush towards her and drop to your knees. First aid training kicks in. You have to get pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.

You lean into the wound trying desperately to staunch the crimson flow.

But it's no use. You realize immediately that the shot was a through and through, and you don't
have the right equipment to stop the bleeding.

"Rache..."

You look Jazz in the face. That rich, tan skin that you’ve always envied suddenly looks pale as death.

"...Rache you have.. .have to go... You can't stop this.... No one can stop what's coming."

"Jazz..." You haven't cried since Mom left. You swore you'd run out of tears, but. .... "Jazz please don't do this to me."

"Shut up..." She grabs your collar, pulling herself up to you. "You... you have to get to Chicago. Find Scorpio Sage.... he's the only... one who can help you now.... Go.... GO!!!" She pushes you away. Knocking you back into the street. You turn and run.

And that. Was the last time you cried.

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>>46705443
The end for tonight. I will leave you all with what I would pick for the ED theme if this were a TV show/anime.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYWk6MmhOAw

>>46705449
Was she doomed from the start?
Should we have fought the cop?

>>46705443
W-what was the point in rolling, then, if we couldn't possibly have succeeded?

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>>46705459
To give you false hope.

I am this guy.

>>46705449
You got an idea when you might next run?

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>>46705471

I was 98% sure she'd die as soon as you introduced her, but still.

>>46705443
Why did we roll, then?

I mean I like where this is going, OP, and I can understand what you were trying to do dramatically, but if I had to give one piece of advice for future sessions: be prepared for Crits.

That's all. Enjoying it so far! Thanks for running!

>>46705443
I'm sorry? Was she just supposed to die without a word if we failed the roll?

You could have put the modifiers for lacking equipment? Hell, how hard is it to wrap a shirt around someone's midsection?

>>46705471
.....ah. I take it that shooting the guard with the prog still would have killed Jazz anyway?

>>46705475
Hopefully next weekend.

I will post updates to Twitter.

If you are totally lost as to what happened, scroll to the bottom of the World Encyclopedia and look for something called "the Flare Riots."

>>46705484
>>46705485
To answer your questions, Jazz death is the catalyst that really starts our MC on her journey as a character.

Now where she ends up is up to you, Anons.

>>46705449
Thanks for running Sharron.

>>46705497
you know, I was only kidding about >>46705420

But I'm not really surprised. Setting death flags everywhere and such. I guess the actual cause of death needed more....justification?

>these are still riot grade handguns, right?
although if the world is so dark that they use HOLLOW POINTS right off the bat, that'd be pretty bad indeed.

>just blood loss
Maybe you could have added in massive tetanus poisoning that obviously wouldn't be treatable as the riots begin and hospitals either shutdown or overflow.

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Thanks for being so awesome, Anons.

NEXT TIME on SCRIPT KITTEN QUEST:

-One year later.

-Chicago, the Free City, Walled Citadel of the Great Lakes. Jazz told me I'll find Scorpio Sage here, that he's the only one who can help.

-If the street doesn't kill me first.

>>46705549
>Chicago

Welp

>>46705533
We'll go over that later, but

You never did find her body after the riots.

>>46705563
>she was shot with irradiated spider bite rounds and turned into a superhero after "dying"
gotcha

>>46705563
So I'll just assume you can make 40k style servitors out of corpses then. Or something worse...

>>46705549
Thanks for running!

Now, if you excuse me, i'll go make a sacrifice to the dice gods. This wasn't okay.