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High tech, Low life... That is cyberpunk.

Greetings reader, my name is Dead Drop. I'm an avid roleplayer I'm between Casual and Advanced in skill level. I'm interested in roleplays that have a cyberpunk theme or sci fi theme. I'm also interested in military roleplay, fallout/ post apoc and some others I'll probably make a list for later. I'll try to expand this bio as my time here lengthens.

Haha my bio is so outdated.

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PO3. Ray Younan

Whether it was conversing with the new guy or doing things in general, it seemed like the two spooks always missed out on the fun when it came to missions. It felt like the mission had been a blur, for better or for worse. Deploying and avoiding the storm felt like a something out of the movie as the two and their respective vehicles survived as the storm - or the first part of the danger was over. As the two carried on, there were calls to avoid the walls which they did for the time being. Weapons at the ready they continued to move, though Ray poised the question on everybody's mind.

"Anyone got a flamethrower?"

"Escaping in the Queen-mobile, circa present day."

Surviving in the back of the Queen-mobile (temporary as any protected car was the Queen's) was not a great feat to do at the time considering their driver was the best the best-illegal creds could get them. Though he had his doubts about the sugarplum beneath the helmet Scrapgod did his best to protect the Pirate Queen. Though it would be DD's unremorseful driving that would corpse the stalkers of the everyman from them, it didn't come without a price like most things in this world. Pulling the trigger isn't easy but in this case, it was more like running over bugs, the pursuers were promptly CORPSED without a second of remorse. DD was a true killer, it was a scary but clear feeling of shock that rushed through his body alongside every other questionable emotion the former-body stacker felt.

"We're rating this ride, five stars." Scrap-god said existing, making sure to give the silent driver a nod of respekt for the time being as he jumped out with his VIPQ. (Very important Pirate Queen) He began to make his way to the derelict, building of choice as pointed out by DD. Screamer in hand and babe nearby he made his way to his building to presumably clear it or otherwise, hold it down until help in the form of pirates came to help them. The Queen had a plan, maybe.

By the time he got to the building he breached his way in, weapon raised for the first sign of a fight though it was not his first choice it was rather his only choice. Kill or be killed, hopefully, there would be friendlies in here otherwise DD was a shit driver. If it was the case, then the 5 stars stand if not well this would be a short fight. For something like an election to be taking place just after this, well it's obvious someone was spending a lot of credz to kill their competition.

It had to be Mayor Gatch.


PO3. Ray Younan

The briefing had been a heated one where neither the Spook or Spook junior spoke an ounce of wordage as there was some kind of split jaw disagreement for the first time in a while. Not your typical split lip spit but the one where there was war of the worlds, evil was touted and the usual Sangheili nonsense that ensued. For Ray, he tensed up expecting to be corpsed swiftly by an angered female Sangheili or otherwise, he was disappointed for another time in his life as he lived without much issue. Most likely to his inaction in the situation, something he learned from the last mission - don't piss off the squids. For Elna, it was just the same shit, a different day for the young unimpressed woman as she had to go through the meat grinder again protecting the egghead of the operation. Drama aside, she was unmoved by the touching and violent display of squid-anger. It's just what they do, Sang-culture and good vibes only.

The briefing was quickly over without any second thoughts as the group, or rather team piled onto the ship where the two ended up settling for the time being. It would be only later that Elna would stumble upon the ending of the sizing up and choking of poor PO2. Flint as he was eventually let down, the man in question gracefully landing without becoming a sang-splat. The Corporal walked over to the young, naive Engineer.

""You okay, PO?"" She asked the abused Engineer.

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I'mma have to withdraw from this then, as I don't own a mic. Best wishes to all who remain.

All good bro, 2022 will be your glow up year to get a mic.
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I will be at work, so not an option for me. Apologies.

All good, it's a last minute request anyway. If we get 3 people I can start us a campaign.

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Wait, you're doing this in sessions? I thought this would be play-by-post.

I'm doing this by voice because I don't want to spend months on an operation when it could take a few voice sessions.
Would you accept people who have never played this game before?

Yea I can teach the game it's easy :).

I'm hosting a one shot, at 4pm EST on Tuesday. You guys interested in trying it out ?

I can teach the 2016 edition, it's easy to learn and understand. Basically it takes place in the 2000s to the present day. All I need is 3 willing victims agents. It is a lethal system that sees people die, retire or go insane usually the 1st of the three though.
Hey anyone interested in joining a slow burn, bone-chilling Delta Green Campaign - didn't know how many people are interested or down in the TTRPG system.

Deception is a right. Truth is a privilege. Innocence is a luxury. Born of the U.S. government’s 1928 raid on the degenerate coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, the covert agency known as Delta Green opposes the forces of darkness with honor, but without glory. Delta Green agents slip through the system, manipulating the federal bureaucracy while pushing the darkness back for another day β€” but often at a shattering personal cost.
TFW I gotta post butt....

The mission had gone smooth enough, with the URF fucklet in their captivity Ray let out a sigh of relief knowing the job was done. Elna remained ever vigilant and on guard as per usual though over the months that would interlude before their next encounter Elna would attend some specialized training with the ONI Security Forces. For Ray he returned to the office working on other cases in the meanwhile and working his paper pushing skills to the max, though the two would reconvene later on to continue their fight against the bad-evil of the universe - the two still harbored some kind of xenophobia against the genociding races of the Covenant-turned-Swords. Regardless the two had some kind of RnR before their return to this strange outfit.

While the two were transported separately they both found themselves at their own respective rooms, only Ray would be the first to leave in this instance heading to the briefing where he was eventually found by Elna. "Fancy running into you here." Ray said as Elna snorted to respond. "Well PO, if you're here then the rest are bound to be around here aswell." She said expecting the arrival of the team eventually, the two had gotten there later then the rest so perhaps the fanfare was already over?
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