General Chat: Anyone up for CY_BORG?

[Wrathbone]

Strength ±0
Agility ±0
Presence +2
Toughness ±0
Knowledge ±0
HP 6/6
Glitches 1 (d2)

YOU ARE SEN
@SEN-603323

A monsterwave punk; war paints, chainsmoker, and obsessing over bones. You desire enlightenment.

You owe 10,000¤ to someone you trust, hospitalized with increasing medical bills.

GEAR
90¤
Hangover
Superlube
Visionvisor (Zoom, camera, heat/night vision, ultrasound.)
Assault rifle with a grenade launcher, d8a damage (d6 damage, up to d3 targets.)
1 mag
StyleGuard, -d2 damage (Looks just like clothes!)


Anyone need superlube? I’ve got you covered.

[Stormbringer]

Oh, I should have said (sorry, didn't see this until now), that the PUNKMAKER defaults to classless.

If you want to use one of the in-game classes, click the USE CLASS button (top-right).

[Mantis]

Strength ±0
Agility +1
Presence +1
Toughness +2
Knowledge ±0
HP 4/4
Glitches 1 (d2)

YOU ARE ZOLA
@Zola-463677

An oceanwave punk; tons of jewelry, heavy snuff user, and currently obsessed with taxidermy. You desire to see others fail.
You have a 13,000¤ debt to your regular dealer of illicit drug.

FORSAKEN GANG-GOON
You ran with the only gang to have your back and treat you like more than slum trash. They were your family, and you bled, stole, fought and killed for them. They're gone now, so you have to keep your edge.
All Presence and Agility tests are -2DR.

Brawls
Test Agility DR14 to sucker punch an opponent in melee. Deal normal damage and give all allies -2DR on their next attack against the same enemy.

GEAR
80¤
Stolen taxi (Faked or removed transponders. May trigger alarms when entering high-sec areas.)
Small bottle of pulverized acid
Ancient revolver, d8 damage
3 mags

CYBERTECH
Retracting cyberclaws
Logans, d6 damage.

[Sly Boots]

I'm going to name my crawler drone B0r15 (aka Boris)

[Stormbringer]

Great. Three players will be sufficient unless we have any more takers?

Looks like Zola's stolen taxi is your gang's means of transportation!

To prevent burn-out this time, I'm going to:

a) keep the pace pretty slow (probably said that last time...)

b) critically, not play a narrative campaign, just have a series of 'jobs', one after another. Campaigns are always my undoing, I've realised.

[Wrathbone]

Sounds good. I'm going to embrace the intended temporary nature of characters with an appropriately cyberpunk kamikaze approach.

[Sly Boots]

Lol indeed, although I'll raise merry hell if anything untoward happens to Boris

[Mantis]

Probably for the best that you've got a robot dog and not a real one or Zola would probably try and perform some taxidermy on it.

[Stormbringer]

Maybe he already has; covered it in a real dog hide, laser-cannon sticking out of its mouth.

[Mantis]

With his newfound companions (including a robot crawler with a real dog skin over the top which smells very bad because Zola uses cheap chemicals that doesn't totally eliminate the smell of the dead animal) in the back of his taxi, Zola drives frantically around numerous city blocks in circles hoping to score some tabs of his favourite street drug, Brazilian Dex. His driving is highly erratic as he swerves round corners seemingly at random, his eyes firmly focused on the cities many back-alleys rather than the road ahead. His companions loud protests at being flung around the back of the cab are drowned out by the obnoxiously loud Nu-Oceanwave radio station that blasts at full volume.

As he drives, Zola briefly reflects on his past gang and ponders the reason as to why they all so unceremoniously abandoned him. He decides that it must have been because they simply weren't cool enough and felt intimdated by the commanding aura he clearly projects. Zola only hopes that his new gang, currently displaced in a tangled pile of limbs together on the back seat (the taxi has no seatbelts), have got it what takes to hang with the Z-Man.

[Wrathbone]

Probably doesn’t help that my superlube has leaked all over the seats.

Sen has a green mohawk and skeletal tattoos over his entire body. He is alarmingly hypermobile and smells strongly of cigarettes and Deep Heat. He never smokes fewer than three cigarettes at once.

[Sly Boots]

Raising a silent prayer of thanks for her innate ability to crawl into small spaces, Doze crams herself into the relative safety of the cab's glovebox. The process is aided by the presence of the otherwise unwelcome superlube.

"Why did I get mixed up with organics?" she wonders, determining to seek out the companionship of more reliable mechanical friends instead at the earliest opportunity.

[Animalmother]

Strength ±0
Agility ±0
Presence ±0
Toughness -3
Knowledge ±0
HP 2/2
Glitches 1 (d2)
YOU ARE VOLLEY
@praetorvolley273185

A cosmopunk punk; necrotic face, loudly chews gum, and currently obsessing over obsolete tech. You want love.
You owe 8,000¤ to a roadrunner clan who may request services and housing as long as the debt is unpaid.

GEAR
30¤
Mirrorshades
Superlube
Drone suit (Slow but quiet flight. Attack and defense tests are +4DR while flying.)
Ancient revolver, d8 damage
1 mag
Heavy-duty jacket, -d4 damage

Superlube!

[Wrathbone]

Drone suit (Slow but quiet flight. Attack and defense tests are +4DR while flying.)

[Sly Boots]

You owe 8,000¤ to a roadrunner clan

Meep meep!