2075, the center is still holding. Barely.
Since the turn of the century, the world has changed in unimaginable ways. The mystical energies of the universe have been steadily rising in power and concentration, bringing magic back to the world—the Awakening. Elves, dwarfs, orks, and trolls have assumed their true forms, throwing off their human guises. Creatures of the wild have changed as well, transforming into beasts of myth and legend. The many traditions of magic have returned— magicians from all walks of life have carved out a place for themselves in the new world. Though many aspects of the Awakening remain mysterious, modern society has learned much about the workings of magic and how to harness it as a force just as important as technology.
The decades that followed the Awakening were years of panic and turmoil, as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse seemed to race across the Earth. Cultures that had never lost touch with their mystic heritage used magic in uprisings against the nations that had suppressed them for centuries. The vast global telecommunications network collapsed under an assault by a mysterious computer virus. Dragons soared into the skies. Epidemics and famines ravaged the world’s population. Clashes between newly Awakened races and the rest of humanity became common. All central authority crumbled, and the world began to spiral downward into the abyss.
But man and his kin are hardy animals. Out of the devastation and chaos, a fragile new social order slowly emerged. Advanced simulated sensorium (simsense) technology helped eradicate the last vestiges of the computer virus. Amerindians, elves, orks, trolls, and dwarfs formed new nations. Where environmental degradation and pollution have made many areas uninhabitable, eco-groups wage war on polluters, and Awakened powers use incredible magic to heal the earth. Central governments have balkanized into smaller nations and city-states, as fear of the world’s changes drives wedges between people of different backgrounds. Vast metropolitan sprawls known as metroplexes cover the landscape; these urban jungles swallow whole regions. Police departments, unable to contain crime waves and civil unrest, have been privatized or had their work contracted out to corporations.
Megacorporations are the new world superpowers, a law unto themselves. The entire planet speaks their language; the nuyen is the global monetary standard; and the highest court in the world is the Corporate Court, made up of members of the top ten megacorporations. The megacorps play a deadly game, paying pawns in the shadows to help them get an edge on the competition. Meanwhile, corporate executives and wage slaves hole up in their own enclaves, safe behind layers of security and indoctrination. Outside the walls of these arcologies and gated communities, whole stretches of the sprawls have become ungovernable. Gangs rule the streets; the forgotten masses grow, lacking even a System Identification Number (SIN) to give them any rights. These outcasts, dissidents, and rebels live as the dregs of society, squatting in long-abandoned buildings, surviving through crime and predatory instincts. Many of them attempt to escape their miserable existences by slotting addictive Better-Than-Life (BTL) chips, living vicariously through someone else’s senses. Others band together, some for survival and some to gain their own twisted forms of power.
Technology, too, has changed people. No longer content with the limitations of flesh, many have turned to the artificial enhancements of cyberware to make themselves more than human—stronger, faster, smarter. Others prefer more natural enhancements, augmented organs grown in clinic vats: bioware. Still others deck themselves out in powerful and wearable computing equipment, and manipulate the Matrix or vehicles as if the optical chips and run-flat tires were parts of their own body.
In the harsh reality of 2075 where profit is the most important mistress, the bigger the metroplex, the deeper the shadows. In the cracks between the giant corporate structures, criminals of all shades find their homes. When the megacorps want a job done but don’t want to dirty their hands, they turn to the only people who can pull it off: shadowrunners, deniable assets. Though only the blackest of governmental or corporate databases will even register a shadowrunner’s involvement with a corporation, the demand for his or her services is high. Hackers slide like whispers through the databases of giant corporations, spiriting away the only thing of real value—information. Street samurai are enforcers for hire whose combat skills and reflexes make them the ultimate urban predators. Riggers manipulate vehicles and drones for a variety of purposes. Magicians, those rare folk who possess the gift of wielding and shaping the magical energies that now permeate the Earth, are sought after to spy on competitors, sling spells against an enemy, commit magical sabotage, and for any other service that their employers can dream up. All these individuals sell their skills to survive, taking on tasks too dangerous for others; many of them illegal, all of them unsavory.
Our tale begins in the Thule Protectorate, formerly Iceland now underneath the banner of the Trans-polar Aleut Nation or T-PA with greater Thule (Greenland). Here we begin in the Free City of New Reykjavik. Built from the dredged up ruins of Old Reykjavik primarily with the help and funding of Saeder-Krupp Schwerindustriegesellschaft, one of the seven founders of the Corporate Court, and one of the strongest megacrops in the world. As a result, Saeder-Krupp has what some would call a special relationship within the city. Anything can be bought or sold in New Reykjavik for the right price and many end up seeking their fortune there looking upon the bounty of the Arctic. You, are a Shadowrunner maybe a Reykjavikian born and breed, or maybe an out-of-towner. Doesn't matter really, what matter is that you answered a job offering, on one of the many illicit forums that types like you use to go steal a data chip from the estate of one Henrik Feuersturm, a corporate type in charge of Saeder-Krupp's operations in New Reykjavik. And soon enough you and your newfound allies end up falling into a corporate conspiracy that might just well change everything.
Just try not to get yourself killed alright?
Hiya! You've made it to the end of the line. I'm Tess, and I'm gonna be your GM for this RP if it actually manages to get off the ground. You may still have some questions, so I'm going to do my best to try and answer them. I'm looking for a small group of people (no bigger than six) that would like to participate in this adventure through the Shadowrun Universe. I'm trying to keep the group small mostly because I've found smaller groups allow the creation of better relationships between characters and I'm a tad-rusty at this whole GMing thing. And if you are wondering if this RP is the right fit for you well if you like high-octane gunfights, mysterious corporate intrigue, morally grey characters getting roped into saving the world, stories of found family and friendship, cyborgs or wizards, or even better cyborg wizards this may just be the RP for you. I truly hope I'll have the pleasure of RPing with some of you!
