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Nah! Tell 'em to go pound sand. This is CyberPunk! Not D and frickin' D!

You know, Murph has a point. Probably what I'd say. I mean come on, what the hell would the Corporation want with those morons if they can't even keep themselves from dying? You could however have them cloned with implants, so if they don't listen to their masters, BOOM! Heh, might make them think twice about begging to be ressurected. Seems like an evil, Cyberpunk thing to do but yet again, this is Cyberpunk where dying is a real threat and after you're gone, there's no coming back.

And damn it, I hate that word Choomba!

The officer's attention is elsewhere, directed towards someone behind him in a black trench coat, white blond hair and glasses that sit almost perfectly behind him.

The cop turns his head, his conversation obviously over and reads over your papers. "Ahh, you're the new rep detect, eh? Well Trent here can take you to Bryant, I've got other #### to do."

The man in the trench coat, looks at you for a second and then tells you to follow him. Wading through the crowds of people, he finally stops outside a office that almost seems out of place, a waft of cigarette smoke protrudes out the window. Opening the door, Trent shows you a seat and leaves.

Looking up, the man at the desk smiles, pulling out another bottle of Brandy, pooring you a drink and sliding it forward. Small shafts of light are cut through by the fan above, it's job almost seeming useless as all it's wailing attempts seem to be achieving are to blow the large amounts of hot air and smoke back into and around the room.

"Have a drink, kid." With that, he poors himself a drink and takes a swallow, "So you're the replacement for Gaff, eh?" He smiles, "Well I hope you can fill his shoes, kid. He was good, not nearly as good as the Blade Runner you just met, but good enough."  His body whinces and his smile darkens as he takes another drink, something you can tell, is wrong with him. "Anyway, if you don't have any questions, there's  a Blade Runner who's Voigt Kampfing someone. The guy's a hardass and one of the best I got. It'd be a good idea to learn how to use that thing and he'd be the guy to show you."

Before the two of you leave, Gaff looks over at the hotel manager and says, "It'd be a lot less messier for this hotel if you gave the two of us a key to the apartment. We might not have to be so rough." Gaff grins as the man slides over the key, hesistant at first, "I'm glad you saw it our way." Still smiling, Gaff looks over at you, "You head up first, you're faster than I am."

As you begin up the stairs, you notice that the wallpaper has begun to peel off and it looks as if the place wouldn't even be worth saving. Almost looks to you that the great war happened here. As you start to finish your ascend, something catches your eye at the top of the stairs. Sitting there, in plain site, licking it's paw, is a black cat. The fact that it's black doesn't bother you as much as the knowledge that more than likely it's real. Astonished you notice at the same time, the disgust of it, the fact that it was born with only one eye.

A yell from behind catches your attention as you're slammed against the wall, hard, hurting your shoulder as a bullet rips through the air, hitting Gaff straight in the chest. With a hard thud, the cat scurries past the the body of Gaff and a gun vanishes back into the shadows and loud footsteps can be heard running farther and farther away.

I'd love to write an intro, but at the moment with Gen Con coming up, getting ready for that and writing for this game, I've been a bit busy. I'd love it if you could write the history intro. That'd be great.

A message to all in this game: I hope you're all having fun, I'm writing some of this as I'm going along, as well as leading some of this up to things I have planned. Because of Gen Con however and trying to get things situated, I can't post as much as I'd liked to. If anyone feels impatient, feel free to post yourself to continue your character. Remember, these are your kickers, so you have control but don't worry, I am getting to you all and I will post in reply to each of you when I get a chance.

The girl sat there, staring intently at the wall, looking like a frightened child as the officers brought in the table and chairs. The walls were all covered with grime, making her cringe and hesistant to lean on them. Her eyes looked so innocent yet there was something about them, something you couldn't put your hands on.

As you approach her, she backens up, her shawddy, black latex clothing constraining her movement. The black mascara on her eyes had ran as if she were crying, her body shaking in the cold cell.

I think I got the test mail but I know for sure that I got Goliath's intro. Heh, excellent if I may say so myself. I feel pushed though to write an intro now, heh heh.

Leaning on his cane, Gaff re-adjusts his hat and looks over at you in the rain.

"It's doing #### work like this that makes us Blade Runners, kid. And it's the only way little ####'s like you will ever get paid." He turns his form towards the door, shoving his back to your face in a show of defiance. He may have sucked up to Bryant but he sure wouldn't of taken any crap from another Blade Runner, save for Deckard, who he wanted to get rid of as quickly as possible when he was reinstated to track down the rep's over a year ago.

Walking across the street, a simple thing for any man, wasn't as easy for Gaff. The rain pounding down on his coat and hat, almost seeming to weigh down his body, his hunching and speed, reminding you of a 90 year old, the origami certainly didn't help to improve his appearance but he still held a certain charisma, or feeling around him that just made you have to respect him. But of course, he was no Deckard.

Inside the hotel, from which you were in earlier, the owner sits at a desk, his bat laying on the desk beside him as he frantically adjusts attenas on an old television set who's days had come long ago. His appearance certainly wasn't any better than before, his white, food stained shirt almost seemed too small for himself and his hair, which was balding almost completely, lay down across his scalp from sweat.

Gaff walks towards him and looks up and begins to speak, not waiting for you to catch up from oustide.

"What room did the man who just came in here go to?"

Gaff pays almost no attention to you, squinting his eyes to see better.

"I can't really see it that well. I don't think it's a mask but we'll find out." He says to you in Cityspeak as he reaches down towareds his waist, sliding his weapon out and getting out of the car. Hugging his coat, he looks over at your side, waiting for you to get out as the man walks into the hotel, disappearing.

First of all, the whole D&D game, especially third edition, is almost completely geared towards combat and power gaming. The use and concept of "levels" and "hit points" further allows players to get evenmore powerful. Now don't get me wrong, a game of D&D every once in a while is pretty fun but where's the challenge? I like Cyberpunk because things aren't always on your side, odds aren't always even and #### just plain happens. And second of all, mostly due to the Game Master, munchkin players become but you can't entirely blame the Game Master. It's almost impossible to pay attention to every single thing that goes on, even a player and trust me, it can even slip by you in the game, even if you're a game master and controlling everything. I'm not saying go completely after your characters, but they are going to actually be Corps out there, or Solos, who don't play "fair" or by the rules and are out to get your ass. It's that simple.

Gaff sat in the front seat beside you, looking over at the hotel that sat across the street. The Pink Flamingo, the name almost made you laugh seeing how as the name, hinting towards cheesiness, stayed true to it's appearance. For the most part, it was run down, the owner sat at his desk, with a baseball bat laying beside him. You'd been waiting for almost an hour when a car arrived. The lead you two had gotten took you here. A tall man stepped out, wearing a long trench coat, long black hair and something covering his face. The rain masking anything else about his appearance.

I can remember the last Cyberpunk game session I ran, which was a few months ago, and I ended up killing every single character. Now isn't that an accomplishment? Heh, I sure was proud but I actually felt bad for at least one of them. I had taken away their bigs guns and their armor, so they'd think twice. Well I do have serious roleplayers but I have a few hack and slashers and they all made stupid mistakes and instead of taking blame for it, they bitched at me while at least 2, mature gamers, actually took responsibility and rewarded me for being realistic and consequential. Here's a few examples of what went on,

Corporate character takes charge to go and save two other characters that were knocked out and dragged as hostages. I alerted him to the camera in the hall so he was very cautious with the guard he put a gun too. Well anyway, another guard noticed and followed after, knocking on the door they came into, since the guard that the Corp took, hadn't authorization to be in that room at that shift. Well regardless of that, the Corp pulled a gun right out in the hallway, in front of the camera and took the second guard in. Well that was it for him since the entire facility was now alerted to his presence. Quite entertaining, although he admitted he made the stupid mistake and I actually felt bad that he died from one shot wound, since he wasd doing a good job so far although I didn't just let him live because of that since my policy is always to keep it realistic and consequential or it's not fun to anyone. I had a remark from a moron later on about it, "Don't you think you should of toned it down? Or given them easier stuff to deal with?" Why in the hell do that? You do something stupid, you're in for it. Ugh, most of this way of thinking comes from those who play D&D where things are generally black and white and more player favored.

Another stupid move, in the same game, from a theif character, was to piss off and betray the Yakuza. Now his thought of course was that he could get away and that I'd be "cheating" if  I had Yakuza hitmen on his ass. So you know what he did? Went into Gang territory to find his old gang, I alerted him they were in gang territory, and actually told them he was in trouble with the Yakuza. Now you can imagine what this small gang did, shut the door and told him to get his butt out of there. Well, he'd left his car behind and walked deeper into the territory. I alerted him by even pushing that he was in a deadly gang part of it but he kept walking and I further told him that he saw someone with a chain and face paint. Which is a obvious indicator of a member of a certain crazed gang in my city, and he actually offered and told them he had money, so not only would they of killed him anyway for invading their turf, but now they had a even bigger motif to kill him. Well regardless, he died within 5 minutes and bitched on and on about it. His whole response was, "Of course, there are gangs out there that just kill. Uh huh, right. *Sarcastically*"

Ahh, that's what I have to deal with! That's the biggest problem I face. I try and keep it real, I try and keep it consequential but all I get is bitching from these players. Most of them, have never even really played anything other than D&D so they think everything should be fair. Well, I'm sorry but I wish someone would just, for once, agree with me instead of shoving it in my face. It's very frustrating to be treated like that as a Game Master. And I come on here and see you all do are the same as I and it makes me wonder.

*sigh* I need a hug

Arthur had already had a cup prepared for you, sitting beside his arm as he sat down the old newspaper and slid the cup forward. Most of the news came on the tube now-a-days but a handfull of companies still produced papers, primarily since trees were hard to come by after the war and because the Government had put aside several forests that were strict, "no cutting" zones.

"Sorry kid, halfway through the damn zone, my system crashed." He laughs his usual laugh, "Must of been that damn McCoy screwing around with my hardware." He smiles, and turns to the computer terminal in front of him. "Oh, did you happen to hear about Gaff's death? Poor guy actually took a bullet. Can't say I liked him, always seemed too much of a brown noser to Bryant, but whatever."

Putting in requests for the sex one at the moment? Always looking for a good story to burn time away.

Mmm... dominatrix. *drools* Gotta love it. Eh, Suriel?

If I did, I would. But I don't, so I can't.

Ahh, like you when you were a kid?

*shudders*

I hate cats.

I'd love to join but I'm afraid I don't know much about this particular background.

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Of course, we'll just skip the fact that any one of dozens of RPG systems can do the same thing and probably better, eh? Mark(psycho)Phipps( HAHAHA! )

Well one big reason they might be better is they don't have a Phipps coming around, irritating everyone all the time, eh?

As you step out of the elevator, a familar Ray McCoy steps out of the shooting range.

"Damn it!" He exclaims, "How in the hell could I of gotten that low?"

The system operator starts to laugh, "Well kid, guess no one can beat Deckard's high score. Hell, he hasn't even been in commision for over a year and still no one's beaten him. Better luck next time, kid."

Ray stares intently at the score listings of the computer terminal, obviously irritated at the "kid" comment, while the man goes back to reading the musty newspaper that he holds.

Things are generally labelled as Cyberpunk for their "feel" not something specific you can point out like, "It's in the future!" otherwise it wouldn't be Cyberpunk. There's no real way to define Cyberpunk, as it can apply to a lot of things and the one opinion of a person can differ from another. But from my viewpoint, the movie, which I thought was excellent, is Cyberpunk and ripping it apart and analyzing it like this really has no point and to further talk about it and try and sound intelligent by citing it's points, just seems senseless.

Ahh, yes, just what I had in mind. I was asking because I thought some might not feel comfortable or intimidated trying to think up a kicker for themselves. Now for your question of first or third, you can do either if you so choose. I, myself prerfer third, but if you want, go ahead and do first but when we start to combine posts, you'll do it both in third so it's easier to understand what's going on. Heh, even though that might be confusing, you'll see what I mean later on. Go ahead and post however you like. It's your characters and I want you do it how you like and I want everyone to have fun.

I can't even believe you people are still replying to this!

I'm ready. I would have started earlier, but I was waiting for emails from you guys in reply to a message I sent out. You all can start out posting in your own topics, using your own kickers or you can have me make one up for you in case you need something to get you going.

Alright folks, it's time to play. Here's the rundown of the rules. If you have a question, don't adress it on the forum, email me or send me a message personally, I don't want things said out of game in the postings unless it's describing what your character does. Another thing, when you're tlaking to another player or character, you have the choice or roleplaying with them through email or a messenger program then posting it on the forum to speed up things, up to you. Another thing, if you want, we can do bluebooking which means that with me, you can roleplay out a particular part of your past for added realism or an element of fun. Just let me know.