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๐•€๐•ฅ ๐”น๐•–๐•˜๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ค ๐”ธ๐•˜๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ! ๐”ฝ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช: ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐”พ๐•’๐•ž๐•–: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
5 mos ago
Starting class tomorrow, so my activity will taper off for the next week or so, after which I intend to hop in an Advanced RP or start Futility Chapter II! Looking forward to it!
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1 yr ago
I love cyberpunk too much, and I'm finally GMing a cyberpunk RP. Come check all that juicy lore out! roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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1 yr ago
As much as writers vilify the idea of any sort of formulaic approach to crafting a story, I'd highly recommend Vogler's The Writer's Journey to anyone struggling with a lack of ideas for a story.

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<<<โ„๐”ผ๐•ƒ๐•ƒ๐•† ๐•Ž๐•†โ„๐•ƒ๐”ป...>>>

>>>๐”ธ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•š๐•”๐•š๐•’๐• ๐•€๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•๐•š๐•˜๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•Œ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•ฅ: ๐•†โ„™โ„™๐•†๐•Š๐•€๐•‹๐•€๐•†โ„•
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>>> "๐•€ ๐•’๐•ž ๐•’ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ"
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I am a writer and poet aiming to create surrealistic and abstract imagery in my work. I also greatly enjoy worldbuilding, roleplaying, and collaborative writing in general. I also work as a writing advisor, so I enjoy working with, critiquing, and supporting writing in most of its forms. If you would like to work with me with any piece of prose or poetry, let me know.

If you have roleplay concepts, questions, or ideas I'd be happy to listen. I should be able to respond to activity on a near daily basis, but my posts often come at much longer intervals (every other day or something similar). I suddenly enjoy GMing roleplays. I've started two larger collaborative worldbuilding RPs and I intend to create more in the future. For those that enjoy the projects I GM, contact me as necessary. PM at your will.

Contact me on Discord at Opposition#4407.

<<<โ„‚๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ โ„๐• ๐•๐•–๐•ก๐•๐•’๐•ช๐•ค...>>>


The Last Embers --- Tatiana Leviatan : The Summoner




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๐”ฝ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช: ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’t ๐”พ๐•’๐•ž๐•–




Sometimes, when I was younger, Iโ€™d look around at each character illuminated by the casinoโ€™s hazy neon. Everyone, filtered through that light, starts to look the same. At the very least, they share characteristicsโ€”blinded by their revelry in the red light.

Sometimes, Iโ€™d look at their shadows too. Iโ€™d look at them and Iโ€™d see little shadow demons in each of them.
Each subtle outline, the ghost of intoxication, the ghost of avarice, the ghost of tricksters.
Every shadow was unique, personable even. I observed each of them carefully over time, and got to know them.
I was so imaginative.


I still imagine the shadow demons hiding in each of our steadsโ€”still see them in trailing just off beat in the stead of every single person who walks through Limbo. When a Mixologist crosses the pristine polished floor, transitions to the velvet carpets, the shadow demons dance and ripple. Iโ€™ve been watching this particular set of them, thinking about them, thinking about this, for approximately 316 minutes 43 seconds. I counted. You know how sometimes, a task is so prevalent in the foreground of your mind that even when that second voice of a splintering side-thought catches your attention, you remain conscious and calculating even in the background? That seems to happen to me a lot. Sometimes I think itโ€™s my E-Brain talking to me. Thoughts are a web. One is here and one is there, but theyโ€™re allโ€ฆ connected, dancing together, like the party of patrons that dances back and forth across the velvet to Limboโ€™s distant, distorted music.

Then Iโ€™m moving backwardsโ€ฆ


โ€œIncoming transmission from High Orbital Station Alexandria, identification code LIMBO. Unit Solomon, do you copy our transmission?โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ Stella let her eyes flicker open and closed.

๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•ƒ๐•š๐•ž๐•“๐•  โ„‚๐•๐•ฆ๐•“

โ„๐•š๐•˜๐•™ ๐•†๐•ฃ๐•“๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐• ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐”ธ๐•๐•–๐•ฉ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•š๐•’
โˆžโˆžโˆž, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿž๐Ÿ


โ€œYou were standing out there on the floor staring at nothing for like 37 seconds. My MicroVision Particulate Indicators are literally picking up the Dust particles floating around your face. Youโ€™ve got a table waitingโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œOswald is here. Heโ€™s all serious today, so heโ€™s all yours.โ€


๐”ป๐•ฆ๐•’๐•ฅ, ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐”ป๐•–๐•’๐••

โ„๐•–๐•”๐•๐•’๐•š๐•ž โ„ค๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–, ๐•Š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ โ„‚๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•Š๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•’๐•จ๐•
๐”ธ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐Ÿ™๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿž๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ :๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

[๐”ฝ๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•Š๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐”พ๐•๐•’๐•ค๐•ค], ๐•ƒ๐• ๐•’๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜...


โ€˜Maryโ€™, it said. Stella wiped a hand across the gold-plated nametag, admiring its glint in Duatโ€™s aesthetic mood lighting. It wouldnโ€™t have been her first choice, no. She would have gone with something like Ishtar Ninkasi, but Stella would suffice. The regulars had caught on by this point. She told them that it was so the strange drifter sorts wouldnโ€™t know her name, but the nameplate was part of Ozโ€™s mission apparently. When her new clients came to Duat, sheโ€™d be easy to recognize. Stella wasnโ€™t quite sure why her crazy mixologist tricks wouldnโ€™t be telltale enough.

โ€œStella!โ€ He slapped his open palms down against the black quartz countertop. His green canvas jacket was caked with soot and dried mud. Its sleeves rippled as he gestured to her again. โ€œAnother round ofโ€ฆ Whateverโ€™s your daily special,โ€ he said. โ€œBefore the dread sets in again.โ€

A dramatic flair of her hand into the air was all the populaceโ€”whether they were watching or notโ€”needed to know that the Mixologist was at work. As much as her flashy attitude was an ostentatious display, Stellaโ€™s Clairvoyance Optics were calibrating and calculating to perfectly align with her custom prostheses. Then, her work began. Extracting rare chemicals, tumblers tossed in perfect arcs, exact pours all to fill a single tumbler with one bubbling, dark, red solution.

โ€œOne Osirisโ€™ Embalming Fluid, chefโ€™s special, comingโ€”โ€ Stella whirled the glass around on the table just careful enough to ensure that the liquid filling the tumbler to the brim wouldnโ€™t spill. โ€œโ€”right up!โ€ Again, another calculation. How many Newtons of frictional force between the black quartz and the full glass? Air resistance on the tumbler? Extraneous factors? Then, โ€œYouโ€™ve been served.โ€

The glass cascaded across the countertop, carefully weaving past the drinks of any other patrons before sliding to a halt in front of its new owner. Each drop of her brew that was tossed into the air during the jolt in acceleration rained down perfectly back to its home. Kelvin raised the tumbler in tribute to the Mixologist.

The retired Enforcer was one of Stellaโ€™s first regulars, or at least one of the first to learn her real name. Months had gone by already, and still โ€˜Maryโ€™ was waiting. Stella figured Oz wanted her to get to Duat as early prior to the election as possible. Something about how her new clients wanted to ensure that no one knew about their newfound plant. So she worked and served, classic Mixologist style. But times were changing, and the election was coming. It couldnโ€™t be long before it was back to High Orbit with the fabled Ultrabartender.

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>>>๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ :๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ


As much as Stella loved the moody, brooding version of Duat, it was a slow day. One quick interface with the console beneath the bar and the establishmentโ€™s many holoscreens lit upโ€”oracles of the broken world, broken time.

The full force of the Twin City Sprawl Council campaign trail has reached the Reclaim.
Five parties have qualified to compete in a final round of debates and the general election.
Three of the five parties will see council seats, though citizens all around the Twin City Sprawl
have concerns about what may be occurring behind the scenes at the expense of the sprawlโ€™s welfare.
All five candidates have arrived in the Reclaim, and each seems to have their own specific plan of
attack for the debate in three days timeโ€ฆ


Neurosynth shortages spike across America, hitting the west particularly hard. Throughout
the Twin City Sprawl, emergency clinical visits for cyberware glitches and augmentation malfunctions
has drastically increased, tripling from last year. Twin City Sprawl efforts have popped up with noble
goals to decrease the proliferation of SPECS, but few are successful. There have even been an increase
in disappearances of heavily augged individuals that Enforcers are still without comment on. Without the
power of a conglomerate medical association behind you, not many clinics can stand up to the challenge.
Local Twin City resident, and abbott of the Mekanedo Monastic Order is one such humanitarian, who has
opened a number of struggling clinics across the sprawl. It seems heโ€™s just now finding out, however, the
true breadth of the cyberware dilemmaโ€ฆ


Things are looking up for the South City economy in a number of districts throughout the sprawl.
Employment has risen 2% in the past six months, and unofficial reports show a drastic increase in freelance
contractor hires. Could mercenaries be necessary in South City in such large quantities or is something else
rising up in the city? The labor market isnโ€™t the only place weโ€™re seeing a spike in economic expansion, though.
Amalgamation shareholders are left baffled and still in the dark about the corporationโ€™s recent expansion in South City.
While stock prices continue to rise and Amalgamation reports greater and greater earnings, the public are left
wondering why Amalgamation has purchased a massive block of property along the southern sprawlโ€™s sea wall. An entire
sunken district of South City, which the council had resigned to the sea, apparently has value for Amalgamation,
though estimates say the new block of flooded land is far from profitable to renovate. What new operations could the
tech giant be expanding into? Weโ€™re all still wondering what might come of this new growth in South Cityโ€ฆ


Stella occupied herself with tidying her bar, all the while odds and ends that were lying around found themselves carefully trickshotted back into place. Duat was certainly not her first choice of assignment, but it had been a wild ride to head straight into the thick of life on Earth. So much was buzzing around the sprawl at all times. Nothing stopped, and nobody rested. South City was there at the center of it allโ€”or maybe the center-left [west?] of it all. Dreams emerged in lack of opportunity. Secrets were whispered even in the corners of the Land of the Dead, and there was no shortage of interesting characters working the crowd in the Reclaim. Truly, she thought, It was a land of Futility, but in the center of it all an unstoppable, resilient, indomitable ๐—ต๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ.
๐”ฝ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช: ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’t ๐”พ๐•’๐•ž๐•–




Thereโ€™s never really a good time to become woke to the worldโ€”global war, international tensions, corporate inhumanity. With the state of things now, the worldโ€™s in a sort of purgatory. Thereโ€™s a coming storm. Entropy, Futility; pick your poison.

And who are we to challenge it all?


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And who are they to change anything?

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But who are you to even notice?



๐•Š๐•จ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ โ„‚๐• ๐•ž๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค
โ„๐•–๐•”๐•๐•’๐•š๐•ž โ„ค๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–, ๐•Š๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™ โ„‚๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•Š๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•’๐•จ๐•
๐”ธ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐• ๐Ÿ™๐•ค๐•ฅ, ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿž๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ :๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
[โ„‚๐• ๐•ž๐•–, ๐•Š๐•™๐•’๐••๐• ๐•จ โ„‚๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ง๐•’๐•Ÿ] ๐•ƒ๐• ๐•’๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜...


Quite the contrast in the Reclaim Zone. It was almost poetic. Swathe Streetโ€™s Central Square had become the general point of important congregations in the Reclaim years prior, though it was by no means a show of the zoneโ€™s greatness. Perhaps it was chosen because it was so hard to find an inch of empty and unclaimed space. Central Square used to be somethingโ€”a factory of some sort, though its identifying lettering had long since faded, stained dark black with ashen particulate matter. Now, it was one of the few factories that had been torn down. On three sides, three monolithic husks of fallen industry made it relatively easy to rig up with a resonant sound system and a great place to herd a crowd. Of course, it was also a great way to box in the target of a cybernetic ninja assassin.

The place looked almost more like a hangmanโ€™s block then it did a debate stage, but the Reclaim was under the impression Gatch was working with a limited budget. It was behind the weathered walls that mattered, at least to the new arrivals. The Reclaim was never a welcoming place, new faces found their place quick, but it was an unavoidable stop on the campaign trail. After all, the Reclaim somehow quadrupled its population just in time for the last mayoral election.

But the Reclaimโ€”its derelict denizensโ€”werenโ€™t quite ready to welcome any new sorts. There would be no parade. There would be no crowds of adoring fans. Nothing special. There was only a train of five appointed arrivals and their subsequent motorcades.

>>>Poison of the Twin Cities.
>>>A caravan of shadows,
>>>Ghosts of what the Reclaim is:
>>>Already a city of ghosts?
>>>Left asking, โ€˜who called for this all?โ€™
>>> โ€˜Who brings forth a caravan of shadow demons into their midst?โ€™


>>>...
>>>... Emerging from a slick black sports car in a pristine suit::
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Puppet and Puppeteer, Carefully Tracing the Strings

Gatch was the first to arrive. The mayor had to ensure his goons were preparing the candidateโ€™s suites. Denizens of the Reclaim were used to him by now, careful not to get too close, or look for too long. Some scowled and sneered, even muttered their own made-up curses unto their mayor. He had grown used to it. That was how he got into his comfortable position. He didnโ€™t see the ghostsโ€”a trained professional of staring through the weak like they didnโ€™t exist. He stared up at the crumbling structures around Central Square. Bad memory flashes come back. He didnโ€™t stay outside for long.

>>>...
>>>... They moved in a groupโ€”a silent march walking in disciplined, solemn, knowing formation::
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Balance, Harmony, Equalizer Kingpin

Dao walked in the middle of the monks, multiple rows abreast. Passers by stopped to watch the alien procession, a mob of telltale orange robes. Some dared to say Chen Dao scrutinized the Reclaim behind that puzzled face. No one could really read him, like he was plastic, but even with Baolei Refuge Center coming to the Reclaim, its people knew he didnโ€™t belong. The strange looks didnโ€™t break him. Daoโ€™s gaze barely deviated from its perfect, upright, forward angle, though perhaps one onlooker caught a glimpse and saw something different within him. He didnโ€™t stop to chat.

>>>...
>>>... His procession was subtle, but opulent; limousine, solar top::
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Guru of Knowledge Not Quite Knowable, Followed by His Flock

Faren was very rarely alone. Scarcely would you not see a string of acolytes in tow. His movement drew that sortโ€”devoted to their own underground. Despite the distance of their belief from the modern discourse, there was something about the way the Neo-Luddite movement around Faren carried themselves. They felt no disadvantage. There was a look in the eyes of the men and women that stepped out from his vehicleโ€”cold, distant, unflinching. It was a confidence in their absolutes, and a confidence that they were unified, powerful together. Faren smiled and laughed his way through onlookers. He was always the center of the publicโ€™s eye until the moment he disappeared into the suites, but there was a tension that couldnโ€™t be shaken from Central Square until he stepped from view.

>>>...
>>>... She was sure to make a spectacle, helicopter escort lowering precariously too close to the densely packed city street::
>>>... Primed to be the Privateer of a New Age, New Wave

The Petrukov name was โ€˜barely known locallyโ€™ as diehard Pirates often quoted in homage to the obscure rap lyrics that formed their campaign slogans. Petrukov couldnโ€™t slip by so unnoticed in the cyberscape, though. The Pirate Party had drones in the air, and all apertures were trained on the star of the show. She wasnโ€™t backed by a crowd of thousands. She wasnโ€™t surrounded by a force of followers. Serena Petrukov saw her reflection instead in the static white noise of media platforms buzzing numbered in the hundreds. Despite the broad scale of her spotty support, Petrukov had other plans for her rise. The parade of Pirate representatives followed close behind, prepared for any imminent broadsides and the subsequent consequences thereof.

>>>...
>>>... His team arrived before him, though he wasnโ€™t late. The sports car piloted itself with pinpoint precision to destination::
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Wayward Walking Amongst the Titans

Samsara Washington. He let the name resound around his projected overlay in his technispecs while admiring the make and the matter of his pristinely picked appearance. Most of the Reclaim misunderstood him. Weโ€™re all misunderstood after allโ€”flawed works in progress. Heโ€™s a hustler. Heโ€™s a con. Heโ€™s a craftsman, all too often bumping shoulders with the most industrious America offered. The long jacket and dark suit concealed just how much of him was still human. The populace wouldnโ€™t stare long enough to find out.



โ€œWelcome to the Reclaim Zone.โ€

The complex behind the scenes at Central Square was one of the only areas of the Reclaim to see public funds for renovation in a number of years. After Gatchโ€™s reelection, the complex seemed always at work. Occasional hard-hat sorts or those with the vague look of hired security were in and out of back entryways and new additions. It was hard to distinguish who was whoโ€”who was Reclaim, and who was one of the five warring forces brought together in the complex. There was plenty of room hidden in between the alleyways and neighboring derelict blocks.

โ€œEach of you has been assigned a suite where you can conduct operations before the debate. Accompanying living quarters are attached for you and a select few close associates. The rest of your campaign team can find housing in Hostel 13-33 just nearby.โ€ Gatch chuckled a bit then shrugged. โ€œThereโ€™s plenty of vacancies to take care of that.โ€

โ€œThe crowd seems excited.โ€ Petrukov had already managed to find the source of free refreshments, sipping from a freshly liberated mug.

โ€œI can assure you the crowds at the debates will be much different than youโ€™re welcoming party. Population is at an all time high. Seems your name doesnโ€™t make rounds so often in the Reclaim.โ€

โ€œWill the Reclaimโ€™s masses be enough this time, Gatch?โ€ Samsara remarked as he thrusted open the door. He arrived just a few seconds fashionably? late. โ€œAll those hard working Reclaim citizens tucked into the cities crevassesโ€ฆโ€ He gestured into the ether. โ€œI hear times are tough, Gatch. I mean, APEX has your back but now youโ€™re seeing a bigger stage, and not every corp with money will fill in the first option on the ballot. How are your relations with Amalgamation and your old corporate donors?โ€

โ€œAPEX seems to be having some struggles of its own right now, donโ€™t they?โ€

โ€œDo you think youโ€™re zaibatsu will be enough to save you from public opinion, Samsara?โ€ Petrukov had already found herself a seat in the common area of the suites. She posted up at the roomโ€™s edge, paying a dull and uninterested but acute attention to her opposition.

Samsara hummed an amused tune for the briefest moment. โ€œIโ€™d say Iโ€™ve got a strong steel alloy backbone of support. What about you, Miss Petrukov?โ€ He gestured into the air, an array of multicolored graphics projecting from his technispecs in response. โ€œKeeping company of terrorists and netrunner criminals isnโ€™t a good image for a public servant. Iโ€™d say youโ€™ve got plenty to worry about yourself.โ€

Petrukov shrugged. โ€œMaybe thereโ€™s more to the power of the populace than any โ€˜APEXโ€™ or โ€˜Amalgamationโ€™.โ€

โ€œShe could be more right than you think, Gatch. I implore you take care with APEX in such aโ€”โ€ He skipped a beat. Dramatic pauseโ€”it was a basic stage play. โ€œThere are whispers that the protests outside your corpโ€™s new โ€˜killzone production facilitiesโ€™ could take a turn for the worse at any moment.โ€ Faren slid across the floor to meet Gatch far too close for the mayorโ€™s comfort. โ€œItโ€™d be hell for the media to see a riot break out. All it would take was one broken, uncontrollable guard caught up in the heat of the moment. We donโ€™t want anyone to die after all. Thatโ€™s why weโ€™re here.โ€

โ€œSo is that why merc populations are getting employed so drastically around here? Is APEX scared of whatโ€™s hiding here under your nose, Gatch?โ€

Chen Daoโ€™s posture looked artificialโ€”like a mannequin. He remained politely facing the candidates only long enough for Gatchโ€™s brief explanation of the facility to end. Then, Dao had other worries. A triad of other monks were deep in whispered conversation with their abbot listening in.

โ€œThe Baolei Refuge Center was severely under-supported from its advent. We worry that without continuous support for the afflictedโ€ฆโ€ The monk trailed off. His weary eyes traced the nearby candidates. Sometimes even derelict brick walls were too thin. He held his tongue.

โ€œAnd the disappearancesโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWe have full intentions of restoring the clinic. Baolei shall not suffer.โ€ The monks were relieved even at his simple promise, worth as much as air if no follow through was planned. โ€œThe people of the Reclaim Zone required funding from an outside source. Alliance may be key to their propagation...โ€

โ€œYes, Dao.โ€ A series of bows followed.



Thereโ€™s this phenomenon. Iโ€™ve seen it everywhere, but the Reclaim is especially afflicted. Everywhere you go, human influence twists and bends the natural world into its whims. Civilization is created. And with civilization comes that soundโ€”the omnipresent thrum of mechanical energy. Itโ€™s in the walls of every old factory. Itโ€™s running through unseen waves in the air. Itโ€™s the fabric of cyberspace.

Itโ€™s kind of a reflection of whatโ€™s out there isnโ€™t it? The more you hear of itโ€”the more the buzz tunes to an inescapable static sensory inputโ€”the more you notice. The world is alive with that buzz, alive with opportunity, writhing with choices and possible paths.

I used to think tuning into the drone might help me pick the right one.


@SandyGunfox
Howland looks pretty good, though I think it'd be helpful if you expanded upon personal and campaign goals. Since those provide the backbone of what will drive us through the various scenarios of the RP, it will be best to give yourself concrete things to work towards, so we don't get stuck in Cyberpunk sandbox mode. This can also help me gear subplots towards your specific character. If you want me to shop ideas with you, let me know on Discord. Once that's done, you're good to move to a hider in the character tab.

For everyone else, try to get extraneous relations done with haste. I just have to put one together for Keah, then its all hands on deck for the first post, which I've already begun.






@Firecracker_@Jarl Coolgruuf

More pirates to add to the mix. Both Kay and Oleksandr are both solid characters to add to the cast. You guys can move to the character tab.

With that, we're going to close applications and begin work on relations before I can start us off. Because of the size of the group, I'll aim to have us start off in two smaller scenarios which will serve to establish each of our characters in the story, place the cast into the world, and organically introduce the motivations that will drive the first array of subplots. I've not completely worked out the details, but it may be best for us just to start out relatively close together before a rally before we jump into things.

I'll be writing up relations for each PC with either Stella or Delilah and after that I'll start finishing up the introductory posts. Let me know if you all have any questions.
For those of you that mentioned you were interested, Futility will be closing character applications in two days for the first wave of players to begin. If you've not started or haven't spoken with me regarding your character sheet, don't miss out!
@DeadDrop
Your edits are good. Feel free to move Johnny to the characters tab.

As for everyone else who is still wishing to participate in Futility, character sheets are going to be cut off in 3 days. Add me on discord if you would like to join our group.
@The Bork Lazer
Overdriver part two looks good. I think the backstory is very solid, and the mention of Pacific Islands immigrants will give me the opportunity to bring in some lore between refugees and Amalgamation's operation. In the backstory, you do mention the New York Seaboard as the New York Stateboard and the fixer your character works with is referred to both as Joren Chado and Jorek Chado in various places. You may want to fix up those small errors, but otherwise you can move to the character tab.

@Atrophy
Adamantia Steele looks fantastic. I'm glad we have some more Central Party believers to keep the government in order. You can move to the character tab when ready.


In other news, I'm going to say the cutoff point for applications is going to be the 31st. Alternatively, I'm going to put a current cap of 10 on accepted applications, so the RP doesn't start too large to efficiently manage while we get started. In an effort to keep things moving, we'll start working on character relations briefly before beginning in the new year. If anyone may struggle to meet the deadline but still wants to participate in Futility, fear not for there will be more opportunities for players to join in throughout the roleplay. Let me know if you have concerns or questions.
@Atrophy
I like the design you've got so far, though I've not had the time to completely read through. I'll try to get you some feedback in the coming days.

@Katthaj
Applications will be open for the foreseeable future while we prepare for the first chapter, get more apps, and create character relations. Feel free to make a sheet.
@DeadDrop
Johnny is a great concept for a character. We'll definitely need some legal advice throughout the course of Futility, though I'm curious as to how he first got involved with the Pirate Party. In order to better place every character in opening scenarios and subsequent subplots that will best fit their interests and goals, I'd like each player to flesh out a bit about their characters in regards to how they came into their campaign work. In this case, could you add to the backstory to tell us how he came to be involved with the Pirate Party/Serena Petrukov? Perhaps Lovecraft was hired on to work a specific legal case first before he was brought on as a permanent staff member. What sort of work has he done for the Pirate Party if any at all? Hope that helps. Other than that, your sheet looks great.

@Moskau Spieluhr
I think we've discussed most of what you have so far, but it looks good. I'm looking forward to what else you come up with. If you'd want to expand upon anything, it may help flesh out the character to expand upon the secrets section, as what you've currently got is a bit ambiguous and I can't pick up on what your dialogue is supposed to be saying other than that Violet has secrets. What do you mean by operating outside the clinic? Could that be expanded upon?

@Mercenary Lord
The individuals involved with the Matrix Incident will be NPCs that are relevant to Futility's progression, though you're certainly able to play a netrunner of some variety. What we're aiming for with Futility is a following of the Great Game's hierarchy. The PCs will slowly progress higher in that hierarchy as they come up in the world. Characters can be involved with any of the factions or with other aspects of the world unless outlined otherwise in the lore. The central priority is that each character is involved in the Twin City Sprawl Council campaign trail, which isn't necessarily that impressive of a position. I hope that helps. Let me know if you have other questions. Add me on Discord for quicker communication as you draft a character. My user is written in the first OOC post.
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