Snowguard

Welcome along to the joyride, gatos. Glad to see you're doen with all the silly elves and whatnot.

*ducks magic missile*

The book is pretty vague in areas, partly to allow gamers the ability to tailor their world, but mostly to create a market for a whole heap of extra books. You don't need the books though to make your own bit, and many good GMs work with little more than the main Rulebook and very stimulated imaginations.

As for a newbie game, take a look in Views from the Edge. People are often recruiting, and most GMs like balanced PCs so as to create a really gritty feel.

Enjoy

This came out of a little bit of reading around the forums, and whilst presently just an informal discussion, perhaps a poll could develop out of this.

Who is your favorite character played by someone else you've seen around here? Maybe it's one of the lovelies over in Reservoir Dogs. Maybe there's that special someone you always drop into watch on 'Views from the Edge'. Heck, maybe you've got it bad for someone's online persona! If so, please seek help now!

I was thinking of setting up a few rules, but perhaps I should give the Adrian Monk within me a little rest. He's having too much fun cleaning my house.    I'm not going to say anything yet, in part because I have ordered my thoughts on the topic. I'd like to hear from lotsa lotsa people

Quietly going insane.

The van being ripped apart by the locusts of the post-Holocaust brought Ah Fu out of a not entirely unpleasant half-sleep. Granted, it wasn't quite sitting on the Beach at Stanley after yum cha, but it was as comfortable as one could expect to be in the rotting remains of the birthplace of Democracy. Freedom couldn't pay the bills anymore.

Damn stupid pok gaai foreigners....

Darting upwards, he went over to the barricaded window looking over the front. The remnants of the vehicle had the little rats all over it, finding ingenious ways to take the roof off of the joints on the side. They'd already taken the bonnet, doors and most of the inner workings. These kids moved fast.

"Wai, you chi sin Gwai! I sleep ah! You go play not here!" He hollared from his perch, still somewhat hidden. They mightn't be able to see him, but it given the current situation, there was only a certain number of possibilities in the building with that poor a command of the English language.

Having expelled some of his anger in a tirade, Ah Fu went back to his nest.

Half-awakened by Smith's rant from down below (given that he decided not to wear his commlink), Ah Fu closed his eyes again. Smith was a nice enough guy, and even spoke a little Cantonese, but damn! He really needed to chill out sometimes. Go to a bar, have a few, meet a girl... stuff like that.

Hmmm.. not sure about GMing, but I might like to give playing a go. I've never really been a 'Runner before, but hey, as a bit of a one-shot, anything's worth a try.

Seeing the holes made by the fracas, Ah Fu opts to stay as close to the centre of the building as possible. The way these crazies are going, there won't be any external walls on this place by morning. Finding a clean, quiet corner away from the Flames, Ah Fu lays out for a bit, just staring at the ceiling.

Crazy stupid foreign.....

Ah Fu let his internal tirade against the Slavic doctor flow away it drowned out non-existent bullet fire.

"Wei?" he asked of no one in particular. It seemed that things weren't so noisy now. That meant he could move around a bit. Maybe grab his work bag from over in the corner. Find a nice place to squat upstairs. A maw to the head wasn't fun.

Shifting silently from the triage site, Ah Fu slid gracefully to the barrels where he'd left his bag when everything turned bad. Opening it to check that those dirty little pok gaai hadn't taken anything, he sealed it and made his way to the stairs, keeping at least two layers of barricade between himself and the outside of the hideout. Upstairs might not be as safe as the basement, but it provided and escape route if need be.

Shaka, yep that's the Cessnock alright. It would appear that like most the rest of the Aussie contingent onboard you've got knowledge of the sticks too.

BTW, Welcome to the board from Brisvegas' pre-eminent lowlife. Findin' whatever 'punks ya since time immemorial!

With the youngins safely stowed away, Ah Fu finds himself doing something absolutely unspeakable. Rushing over to Jeff's side, he stares down at the mess before him. He never did figure out much about what went where in the human body, aside from the minor recreational/procreational pieces, but even Pinkie would have a field day with this fellow. Only one thing left to do...

"Dokta!" he yells out to no one in particular. If Ah Fu can get someone working on Jeff, then Connie can go and throw some lead around and he can go and sleep somewhere til things get less exciting.

Having found at least a few of the non-combatants, Ah Fu decides to take the lull in the fighting as an opportune time to make for a safe spot. Pushing the youths ahead of him, they head for the door to the cellar, it's contents momentarily forgotten. Cellars weren't big back home, but enough movies had spoken of them to give Ah Fu an idea that the foreigners liked them.

Seeing Connie playing doctor with Jeff, Ah Fu debated whether to stay and help as his charges disappeared from sight.

The sound of Smith's rounds shook Ah Fu, throwing him out of snych with the situation.

"Ho ah!" he shouted on pregnant pause in the gun battle. Getting into a crouch, he gestured to the younger, unarmed kids.

"You come long, we go hide."

The sound causes Ah Fu to gasp. A gasp that sounds much more like a squeal. Standing dead-still for two seconds in the time-honoured tradition of thief-passing-as-statue, He unfocuses his eyes before dropping to the cold hard ground beneath him.

This isn't quite what I had in mind when I came here...

Those of us north of the border actually own them outright once we by them. Personalised Plates Queensland has options from as low as $215. Once. Of course, you have to pay your rego every year, but my mother has had the same set of plates since the mid-'80's, and she hasn't lived here at all since 1989. She doesn't use them at moment, just keeps them in the garage.

Have never really gotten into SCA, mostly because my interests tend more towards the Middle East and Asia during that era, and I can't for the life of me lay my hands on a Qing Dynasty sword a la Crouching Tiger or a camel and sabre combo. Still, it's pretty impressive what you've made there. Lop of a few heads while you're out there.

Frig man! That is sweet! Now, if you can just swing by Redfern and the inner city tonight I can get a look at them before I leave.    Yes, I have to go back to Brisvegas tomorrow.

I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!

*pouts and throws a tantrum*

(OOC: Still here. Ah Fu is just sitting quietly, watching the show.)

BIC:

Ah Fu sits quietly, watching the show. He tries desperately not to think of where the money came from, as 'blood' money, while legit on the Street, wasn't how he liked to do things. Still, his associates knew this place better than he.

Every once in a while he watches the less-important players, Jeff, Connie, Mr Smith. They're quiet, but have their own parts that work towards their plan. How did one of Hong Kong's sneakiest get mixed up in this caper?

Mmm... I am so there!

Couple of questions though....

- Is it preferable if they're Sydneysiders or from Out-of-Town? I've got all kinds of PCs around me, so finding one that fits wouldn't be difficult.

- Are there any areas you'd rather we didn't delve into? I've got a low-level gay gunbunny here who'd be right at home on Oxford Street.

- Can we tailor our 'fixer' character to fit any way we like?

Okay, that's about it.

Golgotha, then it sounds like at least your second trip fulfilled one of the elements of Cyberpunk.

Actually, I just logged on now to put forward exactly the same idea as everyone else. As I suggested for a campaign idea a LOOOOOONG time ago....

*AUSSIE-PUNK*

Of course, I've been thinking that the game world won't completely mirror the CP2020-verse, but that's due mostly to my thoughts one how lazy R-Tal were with anything that wasn't in the US of A.

Any budding GMs out there? I'd be happy to put forward some ideas and make up things for it. (Locations, NPCs, Adventures, etc)

Well, isn't this a case of 'Punks Down Under.

I'm in Sydney at the moment, looking after my aunts cats for a fortnight. I've got a funky townhouse right near Sydney Uni, easy access to Broadway and Redfern, free net access and a supply of coffee like you wouldn't believe.

I come from Brisbane, which is a city centre you can walk around. It's pretty intense here, but definately smacks of Cyberpunk. To get a feel for the diversity of the place, check out Chinatown at dusk, or have a stroll through David Jones and Grace Bros (linked by walkways) to see how the Corpse live.

You're so lucky, getting to live here. Vive l'Punk!

This is something that recently came back to me a in a memory. In what pretty much ammounts as my only face-to-face RPing of late, I remember a game that few kids were playing at school, about nigh of a decade ago. The name, as you may guess, is Netrunner. (At least that's what I remember it as) It was cyberpunk, although I think set in SF, and later in the century, maybe 2080's.

Anyone else know what I'm talking about or is this just a delusion?

Ah Fu takes a few seconds to reflect on two things not normally associated with him; chivalry and intimidation. As long as Connie and the others are happy to play Solo, and if Jeff gets a lesson in the next few hours, maybe things will work out. Maybe that silly little pok gaai won't start thinking of knifing anything valuable, like his Sneaksuit or a kidney.

Oh well, time to listen up and lay low for the next bit.

>>there were more than a few girls who probably couldn't tell the difference between a 802.11B router and a toaster.

I'd be hard-pressed to do that myself, though I've always been given the impression by the greater universe that my place is that of geek. I was so geeky that in high school, the roleplayers wouldn't let me play! I had to find the internet to engage my passion. I know very little about computers, have a background in Asian Studies, (no, not Japan! I'm not like EVERY doughy 19 y/o girl I met in my degree) don't have any interesting posters in my room, was never allowed to own comic books and own a laptop that's only real use is that of paper weight.

Am I a geek or am I just looking for a group to indentify with???

(OOC: Oops. My bad. I should have made note of that when I wrote it. Yes, it's not unlike 'the bird', with the general translation of 'I'm going to punch you in the lungs and kill you...' yada yada yada. I think you get it.)

Ah Fu gave a shrug of nonchalance as Connie made her way with the group. When the others have started making their way to the meeting, Ah Fu gestures at Jeff with a clenched fist, his thumb sticking out between his fore and middle fingers.

Impressive...

Ah Fu watched as Connie removes herself from Jeff's clutches without so much as batting an eyelid. She had what the foreigners would call 'attitude'. It was new. It was also somewhat unfeminine. Despite her nasty habits, Maggie didn't have it. Pinkie certainly didn't have it, and Auntie was so 20th Century that it wasn't even an issue. Renata probably had it, but she was so foreign. How could a girl act so like a boy? Girls back home would either put up with groping hands or fight back and get called Gwai lui - Foreign woman!

Of course, these rules really only applied at three in the morning, when everyone was drunk and in a karaoke booth trying to get some. Not this early and certainly not while there was business going on. If this gaau Connie was going to do the bullet-swap instead of him, then it just wouldn't do to have her worrying about sleazebags.

Looking straight at Jeff, Ah Fu makes an effort to stare him down.

"Wah, pok gaai, you mo hassle helpa. Kui m yiu..." halting himself, he changed language. "She not want you, she work, not play ah!" His glare is intense, not wanting Siu Mei to have to worry about other things.

This Siu Mei probably wasn't interested in meddling in the affairs of others and staring wistfully at lakes and pagodas though. Oh well, nobody was perfect.