Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5232674

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>5232674

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>5232674

>>5232677
>>5232683
>>5232686
You have two choices.

>Defensive: These superpowers revolve around making their users harder to kill. Forcefields, regeneration, precognition are some of many examples. At the default, this is enough to survive an armed gang of a dozen thugs.

>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.

Which type is your superpower? This will be a 20 minute vote. If there's an agreement on what specific superpower you want within the chosen type, we can start immediately. If not, we'll have another vote. The types are extremely broad and encompass many possible superpowers but the flashier it is, the more attention it will draw, and the more intimidating it will be. There's a tradeoff.

>>5232717
>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
>Supernatural eyesight/perception

We should be like an ultra accurate sniper. Like accurate enough to take off a single strand of hair with our bullet if we wanted to.

>>5232717
>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
>Superhuman reflexes/speed
Either gun down everyone before they can react or blitz down people with a knife while being able to literally dodge bullets.

>>5232717

>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
Shouldn't we choose something that is hardest to NOT acquire cybernetic replacements for? So in that regard I would vote for something relating to toughness or mind. Strength, perception, and agility cybernetics should all be easy to acqure. If we are tough enough we can endure a LOT more crazy augmentation than any human or if we are smart enough to tinker with our own toys.

I wanted perception since strength and reflexes and stuff like that are too generic for my taste. I see us being a incognito villain while cybernetics will draw attention to us and are kind of far down the road

I also assume our powers are going to be stronger than anything but the highest of high end cybernetics

>>5232717
>>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.

>>5232752
Wired reflexes are bog standard upgrades for cyberpunk. That and eyes along with general perception boosts which is why I'm not impressed with that option. I would rather go full endurance for maximum experimental cyber horror or brains for dat tinkering customization options. Honestly, I'm good with either option I don't favor one or the other. To me, it's just a waste to go with something we could get without wasting our superpower boost on. Hence why I do not like strength, agility, or perception boosts. It's too easy and common a thing to waste a super boost on.

>>5232793
The human body still has limits to how far it can go, maybe we can double down on those powers with cybernetics and have something greater than we would have otherwise.

>>5232752
Correct. At this superpower level, it would require the equivalent of 10-20 million and multiple invasive surgeries to replicate through cybernetics, and be much more prone to failure. Your true enemies are wealthy enough that this is pocket change for them, but down on the streets, you won't see anything of that caliber unless you're unlucky or make a mistake.

>>5232724
>>5232736
>>5232747
>>5232778
Your superpower is Augmentative, meaning that an aspect of your baseline humanity has been enhanced to an extreme degree. By default, this would be enough for a one-in-a-thousand badass on combat stimms or an upper-end gutter cyborg to match or overpower, but you aren't the default. Your superpower is the type of rare, lethal danger to the establishment that they lock down cityblocks and call in the SuperSWAT for. Better hope your real identity isn't discovered, or at least, that the true magnitude of your abilities stays hidden.

Now, what is your superpower? There have already been some suggestions but there are other possibilities alongside these. If you wanted, you could also take a flat upgrade to bring all of your physical stats to the default power level but that wouldn't be as impressive, and arguably, not as effective as specializing.

>Superhuman Perception/Hand-Eye Coordination
>Superhuman Reflexes and Speed
>Superhuman Durability and Resilience
>Superhuman Intelligence
>You have another idea

>>5232814
Maybe we go for huge brain and mod our own shit.

>>5232815
>Superhuman Jaw Strength

All good villains have theme. Our theme is we bite people’s faces off

>>5232815
>Superhuman Reflexes and Speed
Being able to move that fast is pretty OP. There's not much you can do if somebody can move faster than your brain can remotely process.

>>5232815
>Superhuman Intelligence

So going all in for superhuman endurance and going full cyberzombie cyber horror nightmare fuel isn't a thing then huh? damn. That would have been cool as fuck. Ah well we can at least make our own toys.

>>5232815
>Superhuman Perception/Hand-Eye Coordination

I want this so we're an ultra-expert at guns.

>>5232847
Proposition: If being really fast gives us some sort of pseudo bullet time, we'll be able to shoot people easier.

>>5232856
I would but I'm a little worried that speed powers are too conspicuous. I think that the strength of augmentative powers are that they're incognito, if we take Superhuman Perception no one will even know we have those powers, they'll just think we're a good shot.

>>5232815
>Superhuman Intelligence

>>5232815
>>Superhuman Intelligence

>>5232861
The same is true for smarts. There is no way to tell someone is that brilliant since we can just bullshit and say we educated ourselves online. Agility/speed and strength are the hardest to hide. Followed by toughness(not noticeable until hit) and perception(must pay close attention). Smarts are also easiest to cover up a trail for unlike the others.

>>5232856
You can shoot faster yes but not as accurately.

>>5232861
We'll just have to be careful then. People could also get suspicious of us having a superpower if, say, we're able to shoot the pilot of a plane several kilometers away because we're just that good. Being too good of a shot will raise suspicion as well.

>>5232844
You can go full cyberhorror if you chose resilience, if you can find a chopshop or expert willing to work on you and don't mind abandoning any trace of humanity. There's a reason standardized combat cybernetics are expensive. The elite and criminal elements of society hoard them, and even those have to be designed with a relatively fragile human or reinforced frame in mind. If you were superhumanly durable, they could make implants that no sane man would dare attempt or be able to use without breaking themselves apart or losing their sanity. For example, you could have a shoulder mounted crane with the force of a multi-ton hydraulic press embedded into your spine, or withstand the system shock of having an autoaiming pulse laser wired directly into your brain for maximum accuracy, where doubling a normal human's strength or adding a minor third limb takes a massive amount of doing. You could effectively ignore safety concerns and failure risks. That is, needless, a chopshop's wet dream.

At the same time, if you had superhuman intelligence you could attempt to make your own cyberhorrors and improve yourself, to varying results.

>>5232815
Nu one want Jaw power. Intelligence is for fag nerds

>Superhuman Perception/Hand-Eye Coordination

>>5232889
holy shit never mind

>Superhuman resilience

>>5232889
If, say, we had super speed or perception, to what heights could it be taken with cybernetics?

>>5232889
...Oh man if there weren't already 3 votes for brains I would that would have been AWESOME. I would switch my vote. Alas...maybe we can get lucky and find a superhuman with super endurance to turn into a cyberhorror. I can dream...

>>5232889
Needless to say, that is. This vote's very important so I will leave you 40 more minutes to decide.

>>5232889
This is too based not to take here.

>Superhuman Durability and Resilience

>>5232897
There are two votes for it now if you switch over it'll be in the lead

>>5232902
I'll vote for resilience

>>5232896
If you had superhuman speed and reflexes or superhuman perception and hand-eye coordination to actually use it, your body itself would be superior to 99.99% or 90% of cybernetics on the market, depending on the market. If you received cybernetics geared to improving your superpower's focus, they would still provide a bonus as they're a part of your body and under the effects of your superior. This is a much less extreme benefit than a normal human would have, but that's because you're already much more extreme than a normal human could be. If your superpower's focus were at a 100 and a normal human was at 1, if a normal human got a cybernetic implant, they would be improved to a 5-10, while if you received that same implant, you would be improved to 105-110. It's a much less noticeable but you do get the same benefit on top of your superpower's.

>>5232913
Alright, I'll vote for resilience then because I still want to be on the more physical side of things. Besides, even if our striking power isn't increased, we're tough enough that our punches will probably hurt a little more if it comes to that.

Let's go full cyberhorror

Out of curiosity, what would be our relationship with toughness if we had super strength? Your body kind of needs to be really tough to withstand that amount of muscle power right?

>>5232947
If you had superhuman strength, your body would be much more durable than the average human's. The equivalent of having a steel-reinforced skeletal structure and muscles closer to coiled wire than mundane flesh. Enough to use your superhuman strength without tearing yourself apart, unless you went berserk, in which case you would be at the same risk that a normal human would be. In comparison, superhuman durability would allow you to no-sell anything short of high-explosives and anti-tank munitions.

>>5232893
>>5232902
>>5232897
>>5232912
>>5232941
>Your superpower is Superhuman Durability and Resilience. Your flesh and bone are harder to damage than they should be by multiple orders of magnitude, to the degree that a full magazine of 7.62 could be emptied into your chest at point-blank and it would have the same effect as a toddler's water gun. This durability extends to every part of your body, so that your ears wouldn't even be left ringing. Not only are you physically durable, you are physically resilient, and can endure extremes that would cripple and kill lesser men even if they were as hard to damage directly. Lethal poison, diseases, and environmental conditions can be shrugged off as minor inconveniences, and your pain tolerance has reached the degree that surgical anesthesia is an informality. Even deprivation of the necessities of life aren't a death sentence, you can endure an hour without oxygen, a week without water, and months without food before expiring.

Besides this superpower, you have one thing separating you from the complacent masses.

>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.
>Beneath Notice: You are the worst kind of unfortunate, filthy, fleabitten, with haggard eyes and the sort of face that hasn't seen a shaving razor in the better part of a decade. You don't even have a pod over your head. You sleep in the streets but at the same time, you've learned to survive in the gutter, and more importantly, your name, face, and genetic code aren't in the establishment's system.
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.

>>5233062
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.

>>5233062
>>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.

>>5233062
>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.
it fits in with our power.

>>5233062
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.

>>5233062

>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.
Not only can we break people, but we're unbreakable ourselves.

>>5233062
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.
Cyberhorror time. All we need is to find our tech guy that is a super genius and we will be all set.

It's minor on top of your durability, but Sheer Power's size gives you more raw room for cyberware and baseline tolerance for the weight of "unconventional" implants. On the other hand, Tech-Head gives you some awareness of how cyberware works and where's best to put it, though it isn't too much more than what any chopshop worth its grease has, you know you can trust yourself. Beneath Notice doesn't grant any direct bonus to cyberware, but it makes scavenging for junk easier and leaves you largely independent from the need to engage in society. If you make a mistake, your anonymity may be the most powerful of the bonuses.

It also influences your personality. Sheer Power is a "stoic," coping by bottling his feelings in, /fit/izen, Beneath Notice is a desperate hobo, and Tech-Head is an antisocial nerd. All of them are paranoid and ANGRY by default.

I'll give any lurkers 10 more minutes to pitch in and then we'll go.

>>5233094
>>5233092
Shit changing to
>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.

I want max cyberware and tolerance.

>>5233094
I will not change my stance on Sheer Power, especially if it gives us more raw room for cyberware and unconventional implants. Cyberhorror full steam ahead when we find ourselves a chopchop

>>5233099
That means there is a tie between Sheer Power and Tech-Head. I'll give it 10 more minutes for lurkers to break, otherwise we'll roll a 1d100.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

Rolling for Tiebreaker.

>Sheer Power: 1-50
>Tech-Head: 51-100

>>5233071
>>5233080
>>5233099
>>5233127
Even before your superpower awakened, you were bigger, stronger than other people. They glared at you with eyes full of jealousy and hate, like you were responsible for their choice to gorge on snack cakes and never once hit the gym. When the local gym was decommissioned, you improvised a regimen of farmer carrying capped-off pipes of rubble, when the grocery store prices crept higher, you found another, farther away and walked there, and when your years-long gig pouring sheetrock laid you off without a warning, you started freelancing. You accepted that the world was a dark place a long time ago. You don't think about what happened anymore, but you swore that you'd be strong when you grew up, so that when it pushed into your life again, you would be strong enough to push right back.

You're about tired of pushing. You're pissed. You're about ready to take a length of rebar, sharpen it to a point on the pavement, and stab it into the megacity's eye. You're standing in the shared kitchen unit of your "quad-pod pad" with barely enough room to turn your shoulders. There's no window but a tiny screen on the bare wall shows you fake images of a sunny sky. It makes you fucking sick. You take the kitchen knife in your hands and press it down, HARD, onto your wrist. Nothing happens. You barely feel the pressure. That confirms it for the thousandth time. You really are a super. Not just any super, but a hard-to-kill bastard.

You remember about this time last month. You were taking your groceries back, whey protein and a fresh chicken's leg, in a reusable paper bag, and thought you'd go through the same alleyway that you had been for weeks in a row then. Some of the locals had other ideas. There were six of them with clubs and knives, and one of you, and the shortest was egging them on. He said you weren't so big, you weren't so tough, you were just some faggot juicing on human growth hormone. You let him run his mouth for a minute and told that him if he was so sure, he could find out himself. They all tried to, and you tried to fight but there were too many and they were too fast. They hammered you, beating and laughing as you pressed against the wall and tried to block out the noise and the pain, and then...

>>5233157
There was a feeling of sturdiness like you've never felt and the next bat to hit you in the head cracked down the middle and rang the punk's arm like he hit a telephone pole. You didn't ask any questions. You snapped, ripped an aluminum bat from the nearest shaky pair of hands, and returned the favor. Between your size and sudden invulnerability, they didn't stand a chance and you beat them so viciously you saw red and when you came to, you were standing in the middle of a half-dozen corpses and trauma patients that immediate surgery might've saved from lifelong damage. You took a tire iron and saved Pharmacorp the trouble. You didn't even take their money. You just took your groceries and went back to your pad.

You didn't feel anything that night. You just stared at the ceiling, thinking. You haven't felt anything like that in years. The fear in those thug's eyes when they realized that you weren't another victim for them to cripple or kill. The impact on the first one's skull. The short one, the one who started all of it, you broke him. His fingers, then his neck. There wasn't any thought or planning into any of it. You fought like the rabid animal that the megacity has tried to cage. You're fucking tired of this place. Tonight, you're going to do something.

Choose a Target

>Your Landlord, Mr. Nenbauer. You've paid your rent on time, every time, then he went and raised it by 20%
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
>Crime in the streets. You don't know the gangs, but you've stepped in their shit, like everyone else has.

>>5233158
>Your Landlord, Mr. Nenbauer. You've paid your rent on time, every time, then he went and raised it by 20%

>>5233158
>>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

This dude probably has some cash. Might be good enough for this month's rent and maybe afford some better gear

>>5233158
>>Your Landlord, Mr. Nenbauer. You've paid your rent on time, every time, then he went and raised it by 20%

>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

Attacking our landlord might bring unwanted attention

>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
Gonna need the cash for cybernetics and everyone hates loansharks. So there will be a long list of other suspects ahead of us.

I'm going to get some shuteye but will continue tomorrow when I can. Enjoy the holidays, anons.

>>5233197
Cool qst, QM. Quick question, will this cyberpunk dystopia have hard scifi or soft?

>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
we can probably take some of his money to pay our rent and give some back to the women.

>>5233158
>Crime in the streets. You don't know the gangs, but you've stepped in their shit, like everyone else has.

>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

>>5233158
>>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

Besides money, im sure theres some good loot to be had.

We should get the funds together to open a gym

>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
Good for the cash if anything else.

>>5233203
Hard sci-fi until superpowers are involved, which gets things as soft as butter on an eggshell.

>>5233178
>>5233193
>>5233195
>>5233243
>>5233305
>>5233360
>>5233393
Petey, that piece of shit. He's a fat man that takes it too far. Most people now are skinnyfat or pudgy at best but him, he's almost as wide as he is tall. Four layers of fat rolls under a tight, cheap suit and a smell that makes people gag if they aren't expecting it. He's a disgusting bastard but worse than his lack of fitness is what he does for a living. Fucker's a loanshark.

His modus operandi is to give desperate people large sums of money, in cash, no questions asked, and then hit them with a creeping interest rate. It starts small, 5%, but soon after they can't pay it back in full it spikes to as high as 30%, but you've heard rumors of 40%. Then, if they can't pay, he "forecloses." You know the butterball is involved with some gang, the kinds of assholes willing to take a blowtorch to a little old lady to "set an example" of what happens to people that try to take out "fraudulent" loans. You've never dealt with him yourself but you've heard the stories. Too many stories. One of your neighbors, a single mother of three who claims her husband was killed in a factory accident, has been working two full-time gigs to make ends meet. After Mr. Nenbauer hitched up the rent when she finished making a car payment, she got desperate and took out a loan.

Nothing too much. Barely $20,000. She should've read the fine print. In less than two months, she owes Petey $35,000 and climbing. Even that would've been her own mistake but a few days ago, you overheard someone saying she was looking to set up one of her kids for adoption. Petey's about to get what's been coming to him for a long, long time. You know he lives in the same apartment, in a deluxe suite on the second highest floor. A whole pad, all to himself. You know exactly how he can afford it. Bastard. You start making a plan.

>Break-In: Knock on his door and when you lets you in, beat him with your blunt instrument of choice and ransack his place. This is the fastest choice and would send a message. It's also the loudest and would bring a lot of heat on your ass.
>Ambush: Wait for him to leave the complex for some reason, then tail and jump him when there's not many witnesses. This is the safest way to do things but you might be waiting for a long time, maybe too long.
>Direct: You'll call Petey from his business card and ask him if you can take out a loan. You'll meet somewhere hidden and then you'll jump him. He's guaranteed to have security but you feel like you can handle it.

>>5233449
>Direct

Be smart about this. Establish a kill zone in the bad areas a few miles away. Some sort of housing area. Try and get him down there. If he doesn't want to move there, then we go to his proposed meeting places and NO RUSSIAN the whole deal.take his keys and his banks accounts if we can, crush the fat grub.
Maybe take a piece or 3 from his goons to scrap. Steal all his shit, stash it in another pre-prepared area that nobody will go through.

Then wait a week or 2 before spreading his earnings out.

>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

>>5233449
>Direct: You'll call Petey from his business card and ask him if you can take out a loan. You'll meet somewhere hidden and then you'll jump him. He's guaranteed to have security but you feel like you can handle it.

>>5233456
Support, going too loud is gonna bite us in the ass later on, but going too safe means we might lose our chance.

Additionally, maybe wear whatever protections we can afford, just so that it doesn't look too unbelievable if we get shot and survive.

For weapons we can just use our fists, being superhumanly tough with vastly increased pain tolerance means we can hit several times as hard without worrying for injury, other people's skulls, or even furniture, are going to shatter way before our body does I believe.

Also hey QM. If we'd gotten something like precognition, how exactly would've it worked? I'd say it's usually really nerfed in most media because being able to essentially see how an entire fight is gonna go down beforehand is probably one of the most stupidly OP shit there is.

>>5233449
>Direct

i know we dont need it, but can we please go buy a katana?

>>5233496
If you can explain in less than 100 words and exact terms why a katana is a worthwhile purchase instead of a machete or hatchet or a gun, I will support the notion for the rest of the quest.

>>5233461
Your durability means you can strike at full force, repeatedly, without any risk of a hand fracture. On top of that, the hardness of your skin means it's more like getting hit with a chunk of steel than it is a clenched fist.

>>5233465
It would've made your enemy roll twice and take the worst, because no matter if you can see a few seconds into the future or not, you have to have the skill to do something about it.

>>5233449
>Direct

>>5233456
+1

>>5233538
katanas are clearly supreme to machetes. they are longer, lighter, better balanced and made from higher quility steal
striking with a hatchet will always be slower than cutting over and over with a katana, making it better suited for fighting groups
unlike guns, katanas are silent killers which is quite important for a man trying to stay undetected in a crowded city. they also dont require one to spend on ammo.

>>5233449
>Direct: You'll call Petey from his business card and ask him if you can take out a loan. You'll meet somewhere hidden and then you'll jump him. He's guaranteed to have security but you feel like you can handle it.
A couple of lowlifes with pistols and bats can't do shit to us, and this way we get it done with no witnesses.

>>5233559
Finding a high quality katana that's actually made for combat will be both very difficult and extremely expensive, especially in this shitty cyberpunk world. A machete is cheap, effective, and not as easily traced or stands out compared to a katana. A hand axe is the same deal, although probably harder to find.

>>5233562
>Finding a high quality katana that's actually made for combat will be both very difficult and extremely expensive, especially in this shitty cyberpunk world.
fair point, finding one might be hard. i do wonder what OP has to say about that
however, we dont necessary have to pay for it...

>>5233559
Katanas are lame, gay and not as light as neckbeard weebs want to believe.
Its axe or nothing.

>>5233456
>>5233458
>>5233461
>>5233496
>>5233552
>>5233555
You’ll take a direct approach. You don’t have the patience to wait for his fat ass to get off of his couch on his own, and you want to kick in his door right now and end it but you know there’s a good chance you’d be caught. Petey’s a loanshark. You’re going to ring him up on his business card and set up a meeting somewhere, out in the projects. Then you’ll do something. Kill him, maybe. Beat him, maybe, get him to tell you everything he knows. You know he knows something. Fucker’s in with the gangs. He’s a fat fucking worm but maybe he could get you started.

That’s what you’ll do. Yeah. All you’ve got to do now is prepare. You think about your life savings. $9,458 in the bank, it sounds like plenty but that’s bloat from inflation. A hundred years ago that would’ve been $945. A hundred years before that, you don’t want to think about how far you’ve gone. You were planning on saving the money for something big, like restoring the gym or getting a beater car under your own name, but you’re tired of waiting. Petey probably has more cash in his pad than you could save in fifty years of honest work. He stole it, so you’ll steal it back. In the meantime, your own money isn’t doing you any good in a digital vault. You’re going to spend it. You think about your resources. Everything you own. Two sets of street clothes, a set of cheap tools for your sheetrock gig, and a pair of dark-tinted glasses to stop yourself from catching some punk’s laser to the eye. Those, some groceries for five days, and a hidden weight set out back behind the building. Everything else is a rental.

If you want something, you get it full price under your name, upfront, and pay daily, weekly, or monthly in rent. If you want to buy something, that’s ten times the price but it’s yours and not attached to any identity. You could also go dumpster diving but interfering with waste management is a felony and some of the gangs already involved with salvage might get pissed if you were caught digging on their turf.

How do you want to prep for this? You’ll need to preserve your anonymity and get your hands on a weapon of some kind. You don’t think any protection you can afford would make any difference next to your durability, but maybe the appearance would matter. Maybe you don’t need a weapon, either. You’re tough as fuck and already big and strong. Maybe you could beat the fucker with your bare hands.

It's Friday night and you don't have a permanent job to worry about if it wasn't.

>>5233572
i think, in this urban hellscape of endless concrete, an axe is gotta be an even bigger rarity than a quality katana

>>5233496
You could rent or buy a katana and there are plenty of options, but getting something that isn't garbage quality and could hold up in a fight would take some searching. If you wanted to use it well, you would have to train extensively but if you're doing vigilante work, that's something you should already be doing. Like anon said, a machete would be much cheaper to get and about as effective in your untrained hands, but it's also much less flashy. If you were a corporate cyberassassin with the connections to get a monomolecular blade, a katana would be very doable. As an amateur vigilante in the slums, a katana is doable, if you can find and afford or steal one.

>>5233573
Find a pair of knuckle dusters, preferably a tough metal but if it's too expensive then try and craft our own from scraps and shit lying around.

>>5233573
We need some thick clothes to keep appearance in case somebody attacks us with a knife, since it does offer at least some protection against slashes. A balaclava to hide our face, maybe a pair of spare glasses in case our shades get busted.

We don't need much in the way of weapons, but something like pepper spray could be useful to temporarily disable somebody as an opening, that way we'll have more room to punch anybody else into submission.

How much would any of that cost? Maybe we can get a low-end kevlar in case somebody has a gun.

>>5233580
Finding an electric saw would be easier than a manual axe. Most obvious weapons are regulated or banned. Getting your hands on a gun legally requires an extreme amount of licensing, background checking, and renting, but doing it illegally is easier, cheaper, and will get you a lifetime behind bars if you're caught. There's a massive amount of surplus from the 21st century that was never found or turned into collections and a massive black market for it.

>>5233573
Scavenge a metal pipe dense and heavy enough to shatter bones.
Buy a balaclava with some matching dark clothes and we can't forget about gloves.

>>5233586
>>5233591
Due to inflation, the prices are ten times higher than they would be in the early 21st century. If you wanted to buy a big mac, in the past you would only need $4, but today that would run you $40. The minimum wage has been brought up to $15/hr but most jobs are automated or paid for less than that under the table. Most people get a UBI of $600-$1,000 a month to prevent civil unrest.

If you wanted to get your hands on a pair of brass knuckle dusters, you'd be spending $300 to rent them from the wal-mart/amazon conglomerate for the week. If you wanted to purchase them outright, that would be $3,000. Crafting them yourself would be easier but it's a felony to own unregistered weapons. It's also a felony to be unregistered super and to engage in vigilantism, so you don't give a damn.

>>5233591
Renting some low quality thick clothes would run you $400, purchasing them outright would be $4,000. If you got them from a thrift store or were willing to sink to searching a charity bin, that could be much cheaper or free. A balaclava is cheap to rent at $80 and a weekly rent, or to purchase for $800. Pepper spray is restricted to license holders and would cost $200 to rent, or $2,000 to purchase a bottle of upfront. You don't have a license but bug spray is unregulated and arguably as, or more effective. Improvising is very possible.

>>5233608
Alright well lets craft some knucks.

>>5233608
What kinds of heavy objects/weapons could we pass off as for our job? Hammers? Power tools? How easy would it be to say that we're expanding our business into the renovation market and what other tools could we get if we did that? Could we get an axe, or a sledgehammer? We'd need it for renovations in our new line of work, after all, nothing to see here officer!

>>5233608
how about a sledgehammer you know for "construction"? maybe a Good Metal baseball bat.

>>5233559
we are fuck off big and tough we should play to our strengths instead of trying to be an agile swordsman if we are going to use a sword it should be something big and twohanded like a claymore.

>>5233634
Im supporting sledgehammer if we can get one.

>>5233634
>we are fuck off big and tough we should play to our strengths instead of trying to be an agile swordsman if we are going to use a sword it should be something big and twohanded like a claymore.
alright, im convinced, lets get a claymore

>>5233639
>>5233634
+1 Claymore or sledgehammer

>>5233633
As a freelance construction worker, if it can be used for renovations you're in the clear. You could pass for a handyman without any issues but most of the work you've been doing is hard labor.

>>5233634
A sledgehammer costs anywhere from $500 to $2,500 to rent, depending on its quality, and ten times that to purchase upfront. You could definitely get your hands on a sledgehammer. Unlike most people, you know how to swing one, and cracking a skull is much easier than driving a post. They're also extremely difficult to conceal and can be unwieldy in combat, opening you up to attacks, but I doubt you care. Concerning your size, you aren't a freak of nature, you're just 6'3 and 280 lbs of muscle in a time where the vast majority of the population are in various states of malnourished to obese.

>>5233648
Then I'd say we either need to go for something like a mallet or use our ultra-durable fists(or knuckle dusters). Sledge is cool but we don't want too much attention right now.

Deleted >>5233648 because I meant to say driving a post. Drywall is very fragile and easy to break. A child could do it with a screwdriver. Naturally, most insulation is done with drywall these days.

>>5233652
we could just swing by a construction site and pick one up right?

>>5233657
Yes, you could steal a sledgehammer without too much difficulty. If you used it for vigilante work and returned it, the construction company would likely make money from insurance if it was traced back to them. There's also a chance they would throw one of their workers under the bus but it's not a guarantee. You could also steal a sledgehammer and not return it, in which case it wouldn't be attached to your identity unless it was caught with your fingerprints or genetic material.

>>5233659
I wouldn't mind stealing a sledgehammer.

>>5233634
+1 claymore

Eventually anyways, but lets not pretend big and strong is slow like in vidya.

Really though, I think we should still carry a gun if/when we get the chance to loot some. Keeping a few tucked away can never be a bad idea, just like gadgets and such.

>>5233634
I support a fucking sledgehammer and thick clothes.

But the prep we really need to do is hiding holes for our crap

>>5233586
>>5233591
>>5233599
>>5233630
>>5233638
>>5233639
>>5233642
>>5233653
>>5233657
>>5233667
>>5233679
After thinking about it for a long time, you decide that you want a claymore. In your financial situation, a sledgehammer is the next best thing. Not too suspicious to have and intimidating as hell, but renting a sledgehammer and using one in a murder later that day or the next would trigger some suspicion. It would be better to steal one from a construction site. You don't like thieves and you don't like stealing but these companies are global monopolies worth hundreds of billions. If you need a sledgehammer, you'll steal one from them and their foreman can complain to their insurance, if he bothers to replace it. You know of a construction site a few blocks from here. They're working on a new apartment building. You know, their foreman is a member of the same company that laid you off after years of clocking in and busting your ass. Fuck them.

You don't have a balaclava on hand but you do have a nondescript grey hoodie and a scarf for dealing with the smog. Almost everyone does. Between that and your shades you aren't too recognizable. It's late at night so there won't be anyone there unless they have someone on watch, but you doubt it. You step out of your quad-pod pad without saying a word to any of your three roommates and hit the street. Nobody's out and the handful that are, are too busy staring at their cellphones to care.

>Roll 1d100+0 to steal a sledgehammer from a top-100 corporation
>Difficulty is 60/80/100.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5233700
Okay lets do this!

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5233700
Let's go

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5233700
here we go.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5233700

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>>5233703
>>5233704
>>5233705
>95 vs 60/80/100
>Excellent Success

You bob and weave between slack-jawed pedestrians and rusting cars that broke down and weren't worth the effort to repair for twenty minutes. You spot the construction site. It's been along for some time now. Eyeballing it, you would say they're only a month from finishing. Two if they're lazy. They probably are. Why work hard for air-conditioned suits? You did. You learned your lesson. You'll work for yourself. You look over your shoulder and don't spot anyone under the streetlights. You walk over into the construction site like you belong there and a few seconds later, you spot exactly what you were looking for. It's a sledgehammer and it is a nice sledgehammer. A wooden handle, quality steel head, fantastic. You swipe it and move on. Nobody sees you take it. Nobody sees you leave. On the way out, you spot an old lambo in a nearby parking lot. Something about it pisses you off. It's probably a rental from some fuck pretending to be rich, but it looks pricey. You turn to go and stop when you realize you have a sledgehammer. Nobody's watching. Nobody would know.

>Smash the lambo
>It's not your problem

>>5233722
>It's not your problem

Bad idea, alarm can go off or someone can be passing by and for all we know the owner might not be a dick.

>>5233722
>It's not your problem
There is absolutely somebody watching that we don't know about. That, or it belongs to somebody we don't want to fuck with.

>>5233722
>>It's not your problem

>>5233722
>It's not your problem
Let's not randomly vandalize.

>>5233737
>>5233740
>>5233762
>>5233764
...Nah. It's not your problem. You're mad at the fucking world. Smashing somebody's lambo won't change that. You've got to keep your head in the game. Petey... that's who you want. That's who's going to get it. You look away from the lambo and move on. Nobody saw you take the sledgehammer. Nobody saw you leave. As far as the law is concerned, you were never here. On the way back to your pod, you make a detour and walk around in complicated route before you step into a nearby alleyway and head over to an abandoned dumpster. You pop the lid and sigh in relief. Both of your pipes are in there. Thick, full of rocks and sand, and capped-off to keep them contained. You don't know the exact weight. 50, 80 pounds maybe? All you know is that they've gotten lighter and lighter the more you work on carrying them. At first you couldn't even lift them. Now it's easy and it shows.

You gently hide the sledgehammer with them and pop the lid closed. You've already done your regimen for today but you'll be back tomorrow, or if not then, the next day, to do harder. There's no such thing as a cheat day. You've got to be mentally strong if you want to be physically strong. That's your philosophy. The mind is a muscle, it gets harder the more you do what you don't want to do but need to do. Eventually, you start wanting to do it. You can't imagine a week without working out. That would be a waste. You don't want to end up like these people on the streets. Like Petey. Never.

You head out into the sidewalk until you find a dented payphone. It wants your debit card but it's willing to settle for a scan of a ten dollar bill in its holding box. You could break it open but that might get some attention and besides that it's just pocket change. You take out Petey's business card. You found it in the trashcan outside of your neighbor's door. You're about to call Petey. The card says he's good twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No wonder. He never leaves his fucking suite. Unless it's for a payday.

>Roll 1d100+0 to convince Petey to meet you for a loan
>Difficulty is 40/70/100

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5233769

>>5233407
Hard, but are you going for Blade Runner hard or Ghost in the Shell hard?

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5233769
let's see if I can do better.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5233769

>>5233787
Lol

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>>5233772
Ghost in the Shell. There are numerous intelligent and tech-focused supers working for the establishment. You think of it as the establishment because there's almost no distinction between corporate and government authority. Supers are rare, an estimated one-thousandth of the population has the potential for anomalous abilities and only fraction of those ever awaken to them.

>>5233787
>a crit this early

>>5233787
>>5233791
>>5233792

Whew

So I was thinking, say we get a gym up and going, it'd be a good cover for us being a hulking badass, it'd give us a revenue stream, as well as a way to clean money.

We could also stay on the lookout for promising candidates to train into fellow vigilantes perhaps. Having a handful of guys backing us up wouldn't be a bad call.

>>5233792
My luck just kicks in the most unexpected moments.

>>5233792
so I'm guessing he comes without protection.

>>5233771
>>5233773
>>5233787
You call on the payphone. It rings for only a handful of seconds before the other end picks up. You can hear some heavy breathing and start talking. At the spur of the moment, you improvise a fake stutter and talk faster and higher-pitched than you normally do.

"H-hey, this is Petey, right? L-Look I don't want to bother you li-like this, but I've got some... got so-some gambling problems and I heard from a fffriend of mine that you could... maybe help me out?"

The loanshark responds immediately.

>"Oh! Sure can do, pal! You have some gambling debts you need taken care of? Go no further, you've got the one-and-only banker you'll ever need, right here, right now! What can I do you for?"

"S-So do you... um... do you ask questions? My background's a little sketchy and I-"

>"Don't worry 'bout it, kid. I give fair loans. muss, no fuss. How much were you hoping for?"

You pull a number out of your ass.

"...Fifty grand. I ca-can pay it back in a week."

You can almost hear him squeal like the pig he is.

>"Fifty K huh? Huh. Big spender! I like it. Yeah, yeah! I'll help you out. In fact... my schedule's clear right now. I can meet you, ah..."

"As soon as possible. Please! I r-really need this."

>"Yeah... Yeah, alright. I can do that! Where at?"

You think for a minute. Is he really about to meet you tonight, with no scheduled meeting, on a phone-call? Fuck, what a dumbass. You can't believe your luck.

>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.
>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
>A cheap diner. Maybe you can trick him into giving you some names over dinner.

>>5233808
>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.

>>5233808
>>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
Maybe there's a couple of guys there who've been fucked over by him and we can let them in on the beating, take some of the heat off of us.

>>5233808
>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.

>>5233808
>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.

>>5233808
>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.

>>5233808
>>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.

>>5233792
Great. I prefer GiTS aesthetically and world-building...ly (that's a word shut up). Good quest so far, sir.

>>5233811
This.

>>5233808
>>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.

>>5233808
>An alley

>>5233811
>>5233815
>>5233818
>>5233824
>>5233825
"Uh... m-meet me at the Elming Meadows park." It's a barren, weed-filled shithole that's crawling with junkies. It's also wide in the open and a go-to for drug deals. He doesn't hesitate for a second.

>"Sure! I'll be there in no time. If I don't see you by 10:00 sharp, it's off. Got it?"

That's in an hour and a half. It'll take you thirty minutes just to walk there. Perfect.

"Uh-huh."

>"Good. You'll know it's me 'cause of the yellow rain slicker."

And the low-intensity earthquakes, but you hold your tongue.

"Gotcha. Uh, I'll be holding a sledgehammer."

>"Creative... I like it!"

Click. He didn't even say goodbye. Asshole. You guess you'll see him then. You take off and make good time. You're there in only twenty. He's not. It's no better than you remember. Everything's rusted apart or covered in graffiti. Sad. You remember the old pictures, when it was green and there were kids playing here. If nothing changes, it'll never be like that again. There are a few rough customers milling around, most looking like they've got about two teeth in their heads or are one stiff breeze away from a hospital bill. Some people would have problems turning up in a place like this out of nowhere. Not you. They see the sledgehammer and pretend they're busy with something else.

You sit on a bench and wait... and wait... and see a hatchback pull up on the edge of the field. A grotesquely fat man in a yellow rain slicker that would've been tight on someone half his size pushes open the driver side door and waddles out. He's already red in the face and panting. Pathetic. He has a full duffel bag, too, and skims over the park then brightens up when you sees the sledgehammer resting across your legs. His mind is on the money. Not once has he considered the dangers. You make a cold smile beneath your scarf and wait for him to come closer.

"HEY BUDDY! We talked on the phone, remember?" The voice is even more annoying in person. He gets within a few footsteps of the bench and you make a snap decision.

>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.
>Keep your cool. Invite him to sit on the bench, start chitchatting about your "gambling debts," and try to bait him into telling you who he knows and where you can find them.

>>5233843
>>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.

>>5233843
>Keep your cool.
We want who he works for, who he has protecting him and maybe some other victims.

After that, his neck is gone and our hands are on his money

>>5233843
>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.

>>5233843
>>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.

>>5233843
>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.

I know the guy is a scumbag but doing this feels kinda wrong

>>5233843
>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
It'd be good to make an example of him, and with a bit of enhanced interrogation we could learn a lot about his gang contacts as well as where he keeps his main stash. I'd say this or the chit chat choice, otherwise we're wasting the opportunity just braining him immediately without learning anything.

>>5233843
>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
>make sure to take his dufflebag.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5233844
>>5233849
>>5233850
>>5233852
>>5233855
>>5233859
Rolling for Tiebreaker

>Just beat him: 1-50
>Get it over with quick: 51-100

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5233862
so are we rolling now?

>>5233869
Nah QM already rolled, looks like we're beating a fool.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>5233862
You let him come closer. Your heart's pumping a hundred miles per hour and your hands are trembling on the wood. The plan is to clock him in the neck, then take the duffel bag with the money and run, but... the smell hits you, you look at his triple chin, and you remember pressing your ear to the door next to yours and hearing the kids inside crying because they wouldn't be eating tonight. You stand and lift the sledgehammer. There's a pressure building in the back of your head. You clench down and the dam bursts and all of the rage you've held in your life comes pouring out.

The fat fuck looks confused for a second. "Hey, hey, what's happen-"

"RAAAGH!" You swing the sledgehammer, like you have a thousand times.

>Roll 1d100+20 to beat Petey
>+20 from Sheer Power
>Difficulty is 40/60/80

Rolled 64 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5233873

Rolled 11 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5233873

Rolled 84 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5233873
last one.

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>>5233883
F-F-FATALITY!!!!

>>5233873
>>5233877
>>5233883
Jesus christ he's dead

>>5233877
>>5233878
>>5233883
>104 vs 40/60/80
>Excellent Success

The hammer falls. CRUNCH. His left knee is shattered and he collapses on his side. For a moment, he doesn’t understand what’s happening and cries but you drown it with out. “FUCK YOU!” Again. CRUNCH. There goes the other knee. He weeps and tries to crawl away. CRUNCH. Again! CRUNCH. AGAIN! CRUNCH.

“FUUUCK YOOOU! You hear that Petey? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT, YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER?” He groans and sobs. “Wh-why are you doi-” CRUNCH. “THAT’S THE SOUND OF YOUR FUCKING FEMUR SNAPPING IN TWO!” You take the sledgehammer over your head and make an overhand swing into his side. It’s a flesh wound at most, but you felt something crack underneath, and he’s gone incoherent. “Let’s hear it again, yeah? LET’S FUCKING HEAR IT AGAIN!” The loanshark’s in so much shock he can’t even bring tears to his eyes.

CRUNCH. “YOU KNOW WHY I’M DOING THIS!” CRUNCH. “Pleeease! No! NO! I’s ju-” CRUNCH. “Aaaagh! M-Makin’ a living!” CRUNCH. “MAKING A FUCKING LIVING, HUH. HUH… YEAH, ALRIGHT. HOW ABOUT FUCKING DEBORAH REID, HUH? RING ANY FUCKING BELLS?” You kick him in the head. You feel teeth cave in from the tip of your boot. “An old fucking lady… Needed money for her husband’s cancer treatment, and what do you do when she can’t pay?” The toad sobs. “...nooo” You remember the rumors. “You take your FUCKING GOONS…” CRUNCH. “and you break into her fucking home…” CRUNCH. “AND TAKE A FUCKING BLOWTORCH TO HER FACE! RAAAGH! YOU FAT, WORTHLESS-!” CRUNCH. “THIEVING-!” CRUNCH. “BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER!” CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

He’s curled into a fetal position. One of his arms is limp and both of his legs are in pieces. You haven’t even started on the torso. “You’re getting what you fucking deserve.” CRUNCH. “And you fucking know it, too.” There goes his lower ribcage. Now he’s coughing blood. You take the sledgehammer over your head, the veins in your shoulders tense, and you come to your senses. You look over at the park. Most of the locals are turning a blind eye. The ones that aren’t are either grinning at his body or staring with a dark satisfaction. This poor bastard will never be the same. You’re a fucking monster. There’s tears of rage in your eyes. No... Petey has hurt a lot of decent people and he didn’t lose a minute of sleep over it.

>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
>Break him some more. Then let him live, to set an example.

>>5233843
>>Keep your cool. Invite him to sit on the bench, start chitchatting about your "gambling debts," and try to bait him into telling you who he knows and where you can find them.

I mean, why not?

>>5233915
>Break him some more. Then let him live, to set an example.

>>5233915
>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.
If we let him live he'll just send goons after us for sure. Lets get the info, cap em and then skedaddle.

>>5233915
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.

>>5233915
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
we got our justice it's time to go.
>take the duffle bag.

>>5233915
>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.
Get the info, kill him, then grab the duffel bag.

>>5233883
Galagher time.

>>5233915
>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.

Ask about the goons who totrured old lady. If we are going all the way might as well deliver some justice to them too. After getting the info kill him quick, grab the money and fucking run.

>>5233915
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.

>>5233915
>grill him
>Give me your gang friends, who leads them, where are they.

>>5233940
Fuck no. Im changing to:

>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.

>>5233922
>>5233925
>>5233941
>>5233949
You bring the sledgehammer down with all of your might. CRUNCH. The side of Petey’s skull has caved in and a pool of blood is bubbling out of the hole you’ve made. He’s spasming and seizing back and forth. You take the sledgehammer over your head, and in an instant end the pain. THUMP. The body has gone limp. It hits you that you’ve killed man. Your hands shake as you remember those punks in the alleyway. He wasn’t the first. With any luck, he won’t be the last.

You step back from the corpse, grab the duffel bag, and run in the opposition direction that you arrived. At the edge of the park, you turn around and see a couple of junkies are getting in the hatchback. A few of them are throwing rocks at the body while another is going through his pockets. An emaciated man with glassy eyes looks to them and then to you with a spaced-out smile. It’s too much. You can’t keep looking at this. You leave the park and then you’re in the clear. This’ll be on the local news later: ‘Loanshark murdered in known drug den, tune in for the weather at 11:00.’ People in the apartment will be talking, too. Your heart stops beating so fast after you get a couple of blocks away from the scene. You clutch the duffel bag to your chest and remember the sledgehammer. Thank fuck you wore gloves.

>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>Drop it in an alleyway. You can get one that isn't red-hot without any problems.

After that, you decide what to do with the duffel bag in the flickering light outside of a closed diner. Looks like some sort of burger place. You unzip the bag, catch your breath, and run your fingers through stacks of hundred dollar bills. Petey brought the money. All of the money. You’re holding $50,000. That’s enough to pay your rent for two and a half months, or get your hands on a gun, or feed those kids. First you need to decide how you’re going to handle it. You can't be caught with this.

>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
>Take the duffel bag back into your pod. Your roommates don't usually ask any questions.
>Look for another, more distant hiding spot. This needs to be as far away from you as possible.

>>5233965
>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.

>>5233965
>>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.

>>5233965
>Drop it in an alleyway. You can get one that isn't red-hot without any problems.
Why would we keep this shit?
>Look for another, more distant hiding spot. This needs to be as far away from you as possible.
Big risk of it being stolen unless we hide it very well, but there's a bigger risk of people connecting it to us if we hide it in our usual stash. Bringing it for our roommates to find is also pretty dumb. At this stage we can't afford to have a big gang gunning for us constantly, not to mention the cops.

>>5233965
>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
We went through the trouble of stealing it, let's keep it.
>Look for another, more distant hiding spot. This needs to be as far away from you as possible.
But we do need a very good spot to hide this thing

I just realized, the anons who think going the Homelander route are smart. Having cyberhorror mods out the ass covers up our super-status, while also allowing us to gain something of a superpower (really good augments) while staying within the established culture of the world.

TLDR: we'll be able to bullshit away our superness because we'll have god tier augs

>>5233965
>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.

>>5233887
Raiden?

>>5233916
Nigga, you late af.

>>5233965
>>Drop it in an alleyway. You can get one that isn't red-hot without any problems.
Better safe than sorry. This is cyberpunk. Even in our world (IRL), pigs solve murders based on a spec of spit found at the crime scene decades prior. We can get a lead spitter for ourselves with some of the money. Play. It. Safe.

>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
This is a nice middle ground between the other two options. Keeping it uber close to us is risky. Sure, roommates """usually""" don't ask questions, but what if they do? What if it isn't a "usual" day? We're done.

Stashing it far away from us would likely see it recovered or found by stragglers, which would (somewhat) undermine what we did in the first place. Thus, keeping it in our usual spot is the best bet.

>>5233966
>>5233969
>>5233989
You can find another hiding spot later, when you aren't carrying a bloody sledgehammer and duffel bag crammed full of money. For now, they'll both go in the dumpster. Your face was concealed during the act and you've already memorized where the security cameras on the path are and aren't carrying a cell phone, so you're confident you won't be linked to the killing. It's not like Petey didn't have plenty of enemies. Man was a piece of shit. Maybe you went too far, but maybe you didn't go far enough. People like him are the reason this world's a piece of shit. You don't know how to describe the feeling as you stash your loot. In some small, petty way, you've made a serious change. Whatever gang the loanshark was involved in, you'll find out later and then... well, you'll decide what to do then.

For now, you go back into your pod. It helps that you like taking night walks. None of your roommates seem to care that you were gone for two hours. It shouldn't take long for the news to spread. All you need to do is keep your head down and don't get dragged into more than you can chew. Like you do every night, you spend a couple of minutes doing push-ups on the shared floorspace, then crawl into your pod and go to sleep. You don't have any dreams.

When you wake, it's early in the morning and you have a day ahead. Saturday, which means it won't be strange if you're out and about. It wouldn't be strange if it were Monday through Friday either, most people don't have jobs. Even you're only on gigs.

What do you want to do today?

>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.
>Search for an arms dealer who isn't the type to snitch on his customers to the gangs.
>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.
>Lay low, do your regular exercises, then kick back and relax. You've earned it.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea...

>>5234015
>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.

>>5234015
>>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.
Let's get informed on who we're dealing with before we do anything else.

>>5234015
>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.

>>5234015
>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.

>>5234015
>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.

>>5234015
>>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5234017
>>5234023
>>5234050
>>5234092
>>5234103
>>5234143
You want to deepen your knowledge of what you're up against but you also need to use some of that loan cash. Last night could've gone much worse. Things moved too quickly and you didn't prepare. It was a stroke of luck that you had everything you needed when the opportunity struck, but that was the bare minimum and you can't survive on the bare minimum. You can calm down. You have nothing but time. The only question is which priority is more important.

>Do some digging: 1-50
>Make a shopping run: 51-100

>>5234162
How can you even be asking yourself that? No amount of mall ninja shit can measure up to knowing what you're doing. You can forget the duffel bag for now. Best to give it a day or two while you get your bearings on being a vigilante. This is something you want to commit to.

>Search the Internet: The odds are it's going to be sanitized and corpo-filtered garbage but it should have an equal spread. If you leave your phone at home and use a public terminal, it won't be traced back to you easily.
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>Hit the Streets: Fuck it. The best way to learn something is by doing something. You'll get the sledgehammer, take your mask, and walk around until you see an obvious gang member, then you'll do some vigilante work. By the end of that, you should be well-informed.

>>5234173
>Hit the Streets: Fuck it. The best way to learn something is by doing something. You'll get the sledgehammer, take your mask, and walk around until you see an obvious gang member, then you'll do some vigilante work. By the end of that, you should be well-informed.

We haven't served enough justice yet

>>5234173
>>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

>>5234173
>>Search the Internet: The odds are it's going to be sanitized and corpo-filtered garbage but it should have an equal spread. If you leave your phone at home and use a public terminal, it won't be traced back to you easily.

>>5234162
>>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

It's probably more reliable than the web but not as dangerous as hitting the streets

>>5234173
>>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

>>5233633
A screwdriver or a fork could be a pretty good secondary weapon. With the augmented strength, you could easily turn it lethal and it's a lot easier to make excuses for it than a sledgehammer.

>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
Don't be too obvious about it, somebody asking a ton of questions is still hella suspicious.

>>5232674
Late but
dice+1d100

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5234542
Dumdum

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5234223
>>5234232
>>5234235
>>5234250
>>5234269
>>5234293
>>5234488
You can't trust the network. The corpos have too much control and they can trace anything you do back to you. Their influence is everywhere, cameras, tracking devices, and who knows how many shackled AIs and brainy supers looking for patterns. Too dangerous. You'll ask around instead. You'll start with your roommates, make it seem all casual. Besides, it's been weeks since you've talked to one. They're boring and lazy but maybe they aren't ignorant too.

>Roll 1d100+0 to Ask Around
>Difficulty is 60/80/100

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5234642
1

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5234642

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5234642

Cursed.

>>5234644
>>5234645
>>5234652
very cursed

>Anon tries to socialize
>>5234644
>>5234645
>>5234652
>>5234653
quite predictable in my opinion

>>5234656
Gangs REEEEEEEEEEEE

>>5234644
>>5234645
>>5234652
>56 vs 60/80/100
>Failure

Only one of your roommates is in right now, a skinny asian dude who's doing something with a tablet in the shared floorspace. You don't remember his name but he probably doesn't remember yours, so you should be fine, right? You grab him by the shoulder and shake it. His hand slips and he curses. "What the fuck man." He's glaring at you but he looks more annoyed than angry so you ask. "Hey, do you know anything about the GANGS?" The man is careful to turn the tablet away from your line of sight. "Like, the local criminals? The people that do CRIME. Do you know anything about them? Do any of them have any-- CYBORG superpowers?" He puts a palm to his face, wipes the gunk out of his eyes, and scowls. "I don't want to talk to you. Piss off." He goes back to his tablet and ignores your questions. You aren't sure what you did wrong. Your attempt at conversation was direct, legible, and had an interesting subject.

Maybe there's something you're not seeing, though, you really aren't used to talking to people. Most won't even make eye contact or follow a thread of conversation longer than a minute. At least people doing hard work gigs can pay attention for a minute. Ah well. You'll ask around outside. Talking to random people on the street isn't any different from talking to random people on the internet, kind of. You look for people in the apartment and they all suddenly have somewhere else to be, a few even get nervous and run when they see you coming. It isn't any better outside. Pedestrians don't want anything to do with you and you can't manage to flag down a car longer than two seconds. The handful of times you manage to force a conversation, it goes exactly like the one with your roommate. By the end of the day you've been stared at like you're a two-headed circus freak too damned many times, so you call it off. They're all too buried in their little slice of the network for real life. That's what it is, yeah. Fucking corpos.

It's getting to nighttime and you don't have anywhere else to be.

>Spend some Money: You need to get your hands on some functioning gear. Maybe even a real gat.
>Do some Charity: It might be too soon but your neighbor's in a bad place. That family needs that cash more than you. Hell, some of it's probably already theirs.
>Punish Mr. Nenbauer: Not tonight, for now you'll just start making a plan to.
>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
>Go out on the Town: You're too lonely, you need to make a friend. Maybe you'll check out that burger joint.
>Hit the Streets: Forget the loanshark. This is when the gangs are most likely to be active anyway.

>>5234676
>>Spend some Money: You need to get your hands on some functioning gear. Maybe even a real gat.

>>5234676
>>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.

>>5234676
>>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.

>>5234676
>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.

>>5234676
>Spend some Money: You need to get your hands on some functioning gear. Maybe even a real gat.

>>5234710
>>5234740
>>5234748
i bet we would run into some unwanted attention

>>5234676
>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
There might be some clues as to who the lardball was working for.

>>5234676
>>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.

>>5234710
>>5234740
>>5234748
>>5234775
>>5234783
It's risky but you only have a short window of time before suspicion makes it impossible. A week at most and it'll only get riskier the longer you wait. Petey didn't leave his suite for anything outside of business but the types of men he was doing business with are the type to keep tabs. Considering the way he made a living, the heat from a legal investigation might mean his death won't even be reported to the police. You're looking at criminal association at the very least. You think it's worse than that. If half the rumors you've heard are true, the goons he had working with him were the worst kind of scum.

The type you should be careful about getting on your trail. If there's one good thing about being lonely, it's that there's no loved ones your enemies can hold hostage, or worse. You decide the potential gain outweighs the risks. Petey's pad is on the second highest floor of the apartment, where things get pricey. There's some rich folks there, lotto winners, middle managers, and all kinds of asshole. None as bad as Petey though. You don't think anyone would care if you broke in but if the police were called, they might. You don't know how secure it is but while you doubt anything in it could phase you, a locked door might force you into taking some hard action.

How do you want to approach this?

>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
>Loud: No planning. You'll break open the door, rummage as fast as you can, and bail with whatever you can find. In and out in five minutes.
>Quiet, then Loud: If the silent approach doesn't work, you'll forgo stealth and kick the door in. Best of both worlds.

>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
This is why we should have grilled the fool.

>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.

>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.

>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.

>>5234796
>>5234799
>>5234811
>>5234822
You can't take any unneccessary risks this early on. Petey's suite is bound to have what you need, money, information, but if you can't get in quiet, you'll walk away and find them somewhere else. The loanshark wasn't the only fish in the sea and you plan to cast a wide net. You've concealed your identity as much as possible. Hopefully nobody's paying attention to hallway traffic on the cameras.

Here goes nothing.

>Roll 1d100+0 to Break-In
>Difficulty is 80/90/100

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>5234837
Nice and quiet

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5234837

>>5234840
Fuck

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5234837
Here goes nothing

>>5234853
Fuck

curse is real

>>5234837
Sneaky-beaky-like.

Rolled 66 + 0 (1d100 + 0)

>>5234868
God fucking damnit.

>>5234840
>>5234841
>>5234853
Looks like we used up our luck with the crit

>>5234840
>>5234841
>>5234853
>26 vs 80/90/100

And... he has a deadbolt. If you lean on the door and press your cheek against the side, you can almost see inside, you're so close to finding everything he has in there, maybe everything he knows, yet so far. Fuck. The door's locked. You can't get in quietly and breaking it down would make more noise than you can get away with. Maybe you can come back later with some tools. A crowbar or something and a heavy coat to hide it under. It would be easy enough. Just slide and CRACK, then no more noise. You'd have the whole space to yourself for as long as you needed but now you're just fantasizing.

Anything more complicated than that's a no go. You wouldn't even know how to pick a lock if you had the tools. All of that time exercising and none of it went into training. You don't know how to fight. You're big, yeah, strong, yeah, and you know your way around most kinds of tools but that's no substitute for actual combat skill. You can ignore a bullet, knives can't pierce your skin, and you don't know how badly someone would fuck their hand if they tried to punch you, but that's not everything. What the hell happens if you fight a grappler who can get you pinned long enough for his friends to get there with some handcuffs? What about some of those cyborg freaks you've heard about, with sawblade limbs rated for titanium? Fuck, what if you ran into another super that knew what the fuck he's doing?

>>5234897
You don't know the upper limit of your durability and you don't want to find out if you can help it. You need to play things smart and lay low until you can get the things you need: information, equipment, actual skills. You don't know where to start with any of that. You're going to have to find out. You go back to your pad and take a two minute cold shower. After that, you do some pushups in the shared floorspace and crawl into your pod. You feel so cramped, like you're suffocating in a haze of stale air and subtle poison. You've always felt like this. The only difference now is that you don't feel vulnerable. You're just one man but you can take a bullet to the head, and that's more than most.

You wake up next morning at the crack of dawn. It's Sunday. The megacity streets are your oyster.

What do you want to do today?

>Try to find some online tutorials for how to fight. Not on your own connection, of course. Maybe you could incorporate some of what you find into your training.
>Find a gym that does some kind of combat sport, the more underground the better. Most of these are neutered or hidden and any you found would probably be a long walk away.
>Search for a reliable arms dealer. You've been putting it off but an unregistered gat or something heavier would massively improve your combat effectiveness.
>Go shopping for some actual equipment. Doing these jobs in your regular clothes is risky, even if they are generic and don't stand out in a crowd.
>Just hang out in a few public places and try to get a handle on how to talk to people. It'll be tricky but it might help you later on. You might overhear something while you're at it.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.

>>5234899
>Find a gym that does some kind of combat sport, the more underground the better. Most of these are neutered or hidden and any you found would probably be a long walk away.

>Look for an old bookstore that would have old world books in it, and look for old army combat manuals and martial arts books.

If we can't do both then just the bookstore.

>>5234905
*1

>>5234899
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
>Find a couple sets of clothes for doing this vigilante stuff in. Not your normal style but still blending in and as cheap as you can reasonably get. Maybe the charity bins aren't such a bad idea.

>>5234899
>>Look for an old bookstore that would have old world books in it, and look for old army combat manuals and martial arts books.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>5234905
>>5234938
>>5234976
You've got plenty of time. If you're careful how you spend the money you took from Petey's duffel bag, at your current lifestyle you'll be in the black for at least a month. Finding a gym that could show you the ropes about how to fight more than throwing haymakers would be ideal. The problem is that's not a guarantee. You taught yourself how to workout and kept a good form until you've gotten real, serious results and you don't see any reason it would be different for combat sports, styles, whatever they're called. You aren't too informed on the terminology but the megacity is a big place and there's bound to be somewhere you can find a manual or book focusing on it. Not this electric PDF that can get scanned without you ever knowing about it, or that having one shipped in and getting you on a priority-list for police investigations shit. You're talking paper for a fistful of cash. Caveman technology these days but if that's what it takes, that's what it takes.

>Roll 2d100+0, 1st for finding a gym, 2nd for finding a bookstore. No reason you can't look for both at the same time.
>Difficulty is 80/90/100 for both. Later attempts will be easier if you fail this time. You aren't using technology to search and have a massive amount of ground to cover.

Rolled 59, 3 = 62 (2d100)

>>5234992

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5234992

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5234992
this is for the bookstore

Rolled 49, 42 = 91 (2d100)

>>5234992

Rolled 39, 18 = 57 (2d100)

>>5234992

>>5234993
>>5234996
>>5234999
>>5235023
>59 vs 80/90/100
>Failure
>51 vs 80/90/100
>Failure

You honestly fucking hate this place. Between the constant noise, sweaty crowds, and reckless traffic you're on the brink of losing it. No wait, you've already lost it, back at Elming Meadows, then back at that alleyway, and earlier, when you... No, nevermind that. You've been walking around cityblocks for hours now and no dice. Nothing. No gyms. No bookstores. Closest things you've seen are a dilapidated Planet Fitness and a pristine Amazon warehouse. Neither are any help, they just piss you off. It's almost nighttime, when everyone smart gets off the streets and some fools gamble with their lives. You smile at the thought. You'd rather be in the streets than crammed the pod. Always have. At least out here, death tends to be quick.

>What do you want to do?

>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.
>Try to hit some of the department stores. Most are open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and you have enough cash you don't need to rent.
>Go looking for trouble. You've got an itch since you took down Petey. There's worse out there, hurting decent people while society twiddles its thumbs.
>Return to the pad, sleep in the pod, do your best not to eat the bugs and be grateful your roommates aren't the pushy type.

>>5235038
>Go looking for trouble. You've got an itch since you took down Petey. There's worse out there, hurting decent people while society twiddles its thumbs.

>>5235038
>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.

>>5235038
>>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.

>>5235038
>>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5235044
>>5235046
>>5235058
You don't care if it's dark outside. That just means you'll rely on the light coming out of the street lamps and billboard screens. You'll keep at it until you find what you're looking for.

>Roll 2d100+0, 1st for finding a gym, 2nd for finding a bookstore.
>Difficulty is 75/85/95 for both.

Rolled 94, 31 = 125 (2d100)

>>5235060

Rolled 31, 90 = 121 (2d100)

>>5235060
i really don't want to roll now.

>>5235060

Rolled 18, 61 = 79 (2d100)

>>5235060
>>5235064
Dumbass

>>5235061
>>5235062
>>5235064
>>5235066
>94 vs 75/85/95
>Excellent Success
>90 vs 75/85/95
>Excellent Success

You keep up the search and two hours later in a seedier part of town, you've found a lead. There's a torn poster in an alleyway with a crude sketch of a fist knocking a man's teeth out and an address scribbled underneath. Some writing too. You lean in closer to read.

>DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS GUY? COME DOWN TO MARCELO'S MOSH PIT! TRY-OUTS 5 PM EVERY SECOND TUESDAY OF THE MONTH!

>ENTRY FEE IS $500, CASH, NON-NEGOTIABLE!

>NO QUITTERS ALLOWED!

A 'Mosh Pit'? Doesn't sound too professional but $500 is cheap enough. Try-outs are in only two days, too. Maybe it's worth taking a look at. You move on and just enjoy the cold night air. When there's so many less people out, you can relax a little. Never let your guard down, but not worry about someone snatching your wallet or gutting you for a laugh and melting back in the crowd. The air's filthy, every now and then you catch a whiff of sewage and if you aren't careful soot's a given. You notice that it bothers you less now. You're breathing as much as you normally do but the whole situation feels different. On a whim, you decide to hold your breath and stop after a minute doesn't leave you lightheaded. That's kind of cool. Maybe you need less oxygen? You think you need to experiment with your superpower and find out its limits but really, how do you do that with durability without hurting yourself? Fuck, are you even capable of generating enough force to hurt yourself? Does it even matter? Who knows. About that experimenting thought... you'll think of something sooner or later.

Rolled 91, 90 = 181 (2d100)

>>5235116
Maybe not tonight. On a whim, you take a detour down a dimly lit road and stop after you spot a squat brick building nestled in the concrete. An old white coat of paint has flaked off and the front windows are in piss-poor condition, but you press on the glass and spot row after row of bookshelves. There's a cracked sign out front.

>MORRISON GRANT MEMORIAL LIBRARY
>OPEN 7-10 ON WEEKDAYS
>DONATIONS WELCOME!
>HAVE A BLESSED DAY!

A library, huh? You've never heard of the namesake but they're bound to have something here. Looks like it'll be open tomorrow. You'll be back. You've never been to a library. You've seen them in cartoons and so on when you were younger but you've never actually walked through one's front door. This might be neat. Food for thought.

Now that you've found some of what you're looking for, you start walking back to your pad and all is well and good. Then you hear a loud gunshot off in the distance, followed by a couple more and some muffled shouting. It's about half a block away. If you ran you could get there in time to see what's going on but it's probably low level gang shit. Do you really want to mess with that? The few other people on the streets are running in the opposite direction or staring at their cellphones, desensitized. You're just standing there, mulling it over.

>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
>Just keep walking. You don't even have a proper mask.

>>5235117
>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.

>>5235117
>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
We should spread the word.
People talking about our actions can net us some support, and no-one knows what we did to the loan shark.

>>5235117
>>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
Never pass up a chance for a free gun.

>>5235117
>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
Time for some rep

>>5235130
>>5235147
>>5235210
>>5235226
Normally, you would turn around and walk away but you aren’t normal anymore. You’re fucking bulletproof. You take off running toward the gunshot and hear another, and a dozen more in rapid succession. Someone screams profanity and coming closer through an alleyway you can make out some details. There’s a pair of men in nondescript clothes crouched behind a dumpster, one with a compact, extended magazine pistol of some kind, the second with a shotgun. They’re exchanging fire with a group on the other side of the street. That’s where the screaming came from. On the far sidewalk, there’s a shirtless man with a blue bandanna around his neck and a gaping hole in his stomach. You hear the crack of a nearby rifle and the fallen man’s forehead has a new hole. On the other side of the street, someone fires back and you hear the slump of a corpse hitting concrete. Neither side seems to have spotted you and your mind is racing. Everything's moving fast. Did you just walk into a turf war?

>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
>Attempt to wrestle the shotgun away from the man behind the dumpster.
>Bum rush the gang, you think that's what it is, on the other side of the street.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.

>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.

>>5235338
>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.

>>5235338
>>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
Hide and wait until some gun user falls, then rush in and steal his gun

>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.

>>5235338
>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.

>>5235364
Seconding this.

>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.

>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers

Rolled 57, 84, 57 = 198 (3d100)

>>5235346
>>5235362
>>5235456
>>5235459
>>5235588
>>5235590
You can't act until you know the situation. Bullets are flying from both sides of the street and if you weren't a super you'd be in lethal danger. As it is, you don't know if you have any reason to worry but you don't want to find out.

>Roll 1d100+0 to scout
>Difficulty is 60/80/100

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5235761

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5235761

Holy shit

>>5235768
>>5235767
i'm not gonna be the one to fuck this up lmao.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

Then I will.

>>5235761
>>5235774

Rolled 49, 64, 77 = 190 (3d100)

>>5235767
>>5235768
>>5235781
>99 vs 60/80/100
>Excellent Success

You can't think about things on a street basis. There's an urban sprawl all around you stretching into the sky and beneath your feet. Instead of running in front of the dumpster or taking a detour around, you grab onto a nearby fire escape and shimmy up the ladder. Once you've got some distance, you get your hands on the concrete ridges below the windows, then brace your feet for a clear vantage point three stories off of the ground. Nobody saw you, nobody looks up. From here, you have the perfect vantage point. There are seven men in blue bandannas scattered up and down their side of the street, armed with a smattering of pistols and what look like two shotguns that have had their barrels cut down for ease of movement. They seem disorganized and some are in threadbare clothes, others are missing threads entirely, either shirtless or shoeless. Two more in the same getup are already dead. The first that you saw, and a second fallen over near the dumpster street's alleyway with an exposed ribcage and lake of gore pooling on the concrete.

You can see five men with the same general demeanor, all wearing baggy hoodies or long coats, and every one is wielding a long gun with some degree of competence. Except for the one with the pistol but- RATATATAT, a man's shoulder is winged and you realize that's not a pistol at all. They're much closer together, in the alleyway you walked into or the one immediately to its left, and you would think they weren't expecting a fight from their positioning but you notice that they're laying down overlapping fields of fire and there's a masked man in a second story window on the opposite street, aiming a heavy looking bolt-action to the road. One of the blue-side, what looks to be a teenager in a faded meme hoodie runs ahead and, CRACK, he's missing the back of his skull. You see they've gotten the upper hand, as a few more of the shooters had the same idea at the same time, and are cut down in a stacatto of precise gunfire. By the end of that, only four are left and they look shaken. Getting a grasp of the situation, you realize they've lost six of theirs and only killed one man, who aimed his rifle around a corner at the wrong time.

>What do you want to do?

>Jump in the middle of the street and grab a gun from a corpse.
>Try to assist one side, but which one?
>Stay where you are, keep watching.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.

>>5235794
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
>climb higher and jump the sniper in the window