Back in the day when I tried some precanned scenarios there was a scene where PC walk down the street and get caught in a random drive-by shooting. Of course one of the SMG bullets hits one PC in the head killing him instantly. Yes, not the shiniest moment of my career as a GM.
The player had to do 2 characters at the same session, so the CP2020 gained a certain reputation on that department
The player had to do 2 characters at the same session, so the CP2020 gained a certain reputation on that department
My players were trekking through some jungle, they were a specialist task force set to destroy a dope plantation. They were sneaking towards several trucks with a few soldiers around them. The scout and the heavy (dude walked slower because of all the armor) crept slowly towards them, while sniper started picking off people who wandered too far from the group. Soldiers soon noticed that someone was shooting at them and in a panic (correctly) guessed the direction of the attackers and saturated the surrounding foliage with bullets. The scene was worthy of a predator movie. Trees falling leaves exploding. Unfortunately several bullets hit the scout shredding his legs. But he managed to say conscious and not die by a timely application of a stim-pack and by managing to tie his stumps with some rubber so that the blood won't flow out. The heavy said "screw this" and started running towards the soldiers. They spotted him and started shooting at him. Almost every bullet hit. None of the bullets penetrated the armor. He stopped, leveled the machine gun and fired a long burst. After the smoke cleared, the soldiers were all dead, most of them shot in the head, and the heavy didn't even sport a scratch. Epic.
This story is from my tactical campaign where I only allowed replacement limbs but not real cybernetics to keep things simple. This campaign use the stun damage rules I wrote about in Jury Rig thread.
PCs have been staking out their target cell of operatives and initiate their hit. One PC is in an apartment building (at the stairs) shooting at the targets and trying to keep them inside. Others are taking out a driver and handling their own posts. Obviously all PCs are dressed properly (that is, wearing armor) but especially the man in the building is better armored than the rest of the team.
He makes his level best to keep his targets in one apartment but one of the target manages to get through the door and hose him with an SMG. I think he takes around 10 hits that are partly deflected by his armor. His legs are full of bullet holes and due to excessive stun damage he is down but alive. Rest of the team manages to take out their targets and rescue their team mate, who is still miraculously alive.
They dump him to the backseat of their getaway car which gets pretty fast as bloody as in Reservoir Dogs. For some reason no one in the team is anywhere near good at first aid but they try to stabilize their downed member anyway while someone is calling their backup to get a medical team to meet them ASAP. A furious driving ensues, the bleeder and PC trying to stabilize the victim use all the luck they have. Then there is the declared final roll needed to be rolled before professional medics take over (I think I made them do about two or three rolls, which is way less than in RAW). Player of the bleeder rolls, not enough, he uses luck and still falls one short.
It really pains me roll with it but in the end I think it was a great moment. There was a short pause, a silence and then the man on the radio calls of the medical team.
PCs have been staking out their target cell of operatives and initiate their hit. One PC is in an apartment building (at the stairs) shooting at the targets and trying to keep them inside. Others are taking out a driver and handling their own posts. Obviously all PCs are dressed properly (that is, wearing armor) but especially the man in the building is better armored than the rest of the team.
He makes his level best to keep his targets in one apartment but one of the target manages to get through the door and hose him with an SMG. I think he takes around 10 hits that are partly deflected by his armor. His legs are full of bullet holes and due to excessive stun damage he is down but alive. Rest of the team manages to take out their targets and rescue their team mate, who is still miraculously alive.
They dump him to the backseat of their getaway car which gets pretty fast as bloody as in Reservoir Dogs. For some reason no one in the team is anywhere near good at first aid but they try to stabilize their downed member anyway while someone is calling their backup to get a medical team to meet them ASAP. A furious driving ensues, the bleeder and PC trying to stabilize the victim use all the luck they have. Then there is the declared final roll needed to be rolled before professional medics take over (I think I made them do about two or three rolls, which is way less than in RAW). Player of the bleeder rolls, not enough, he uses luck and still falls one short.
It really pains me roll with it but in the end I think it was a great moment. There was a short pause, a silence and then the man on the radio calls of the medical team.
I used to run Cyberpunk games in local youth center. This was first game session and I had to establish the game so when kids went munchkin on their first characters I happily let them do it.
Then I took the baddest and most cybered character and had him meet people in less reputable corner of Night City. Few failed streetwise/awareness rolls etc. later he wandered into nest of booster gang, failed abysmally in fast talk, tried to hide unsuccessfully in trash can and was generally useless and embarrassing. Then I gave everyone change to re-tune their characters and have a new start. Needless to say next patch of characters was much more fleshed out.
Then I took the baddest and most cybered character and had him meet people in less reputable corner of Night City. Few failed streetwise/awareness rolls etc. later he wandered into nest of booster gang, failed abysmally in fast talk, tried to hide unsuccessfully in trash can and was generally useless and embarrassing. Then I gave everyone change to re-tune their characters and have a new start. Needless to say next patch of characters was much more fleshed out.
So we're meeting up for the job and our Corporates pick the restaurant. Someplace nice, downtown. Our group is the usual disparate crew - 2 Solos, a Fixer, an up and coming Rockerboy aaand a Runner, iirc. Plus the field-Corporate and some partner of his.
We show up outside the restaurant, dressed nicely, ( for us), and the Corporate greets us, shares names and dumps details across to our hardware. Then he turns to go into the restaurant. The doorman, well-dressed and, of course, backed by Corp Cops somewhere nearby, puts his hand out and says, "I'm sorry, sir, you and your friends can't come in here - that's not appropriate attire."
To which our Corporate player, WITHOUT A PAUSE, says, "What, them? Oh, no they aren't coming in - they're just employees. Come in? To eat? With me? Ha!"
And then he waves his hand at us ( over the table IRL) disdainfully and ( in game) goes inside.
Long silence....then yelling and threats from the rest of the group. It was glorious. Our GM had a grin broad as a truck.
This was our FIRST SESSION together and that Corporate player had never played the game before. So perfect. And he remained an utter bastard until his Corp died, many months later.
Chris Macneil, (the player), wherever you are now, I salute you.
We show up outside the restaurant, dressed nicely, ( for us), and the Corporate greets us, shares names and dumps details across to our hardware. Then he turns to go into the restaurant. The doorman, well-dressed and, of course, backed by Corp Cops somewhere nearby, puts his hand out and says, "I'm sorry, sir, you and your friends can't come in here - that's not appropriate attire."
To which our Corporate player, WITHOUT A PAUSE, says, "What, them? Oh, no they aren't coming in - they're just employees. Come in? To eat? With me? Ha!"
And then he waves his hand at us ( over the table IRL) disdainfully and ( in game) goes inside.
Long silence....then yelling and threats from the rest of the group. It was glorious. Our GM had a grin broad as a truck.
This was our FIRST SESSION together and that Corporate player had never played the game before. So perfect. And he remained an utter bastard until his Corp died, many months later.
Chris Macneil, (the player), wherever you are now, I salute you.
As The players pulled a job stealing some tech plans out of a building. They went in through the roof, fought through a security team and some automated defenses, snatched the plans and tried heading out the front door. Then three of them were killed by a simple lowly security guard armed with a rather tame pistol. I always did my rolls in the open so they knew I wasn't pulling one over on them and their dice had abandoned ship when it came to making any good rolls at all. After that they did everything possible to avoid running into any security guards and would rather face down a team of solo's.
Then the cop called more back up. And they came fully loaded and with a swat team covering each street close to where they where.
Scene- Top of a skyscraper. AV lands greeted by corp and a security detail. 3 players exit AV to negotiate merchandise corp wants and 1 remains inside with the goods. Unbeknownst to 3 of the players their negotiator is strapped with 2 kilos of c6 and a detonator. Also unbeknownst to the party the corp is a holo projection. Guards are real.
Corp "if you give me what I want I'll let you live"
Negotiator "I say no"
Corp "Kill her" turns to another player "you?"
negotiator beat the guards init and proceeds to blow up the 2 other players beside her (who of course were staring at the player in shock, confusion, and disbelief at this action) and a few of the guards.
AV tumbled but the player inside survived. He rigged another explosion in the AV, grabbed a parachute, and based jump from the roof. On the way down called his fixer to sell out to the opposing mega corp and gave them the goods.
my brother (survivor) incorporated into a CP story we wrote together. I will always cherish the action and imagery from that scenario.
Corp "if you give me what I want I'll let you live"
Negotiator "I say no"
Corp "Kill her" turns to another player "you?"
negotiator beat the guards init and proceeds to blow up the 2 other players beside her (who of course were staring at the player in shock, confusion, and disbelief at this action) and a few of the guards.
AV tumbled but the player inside survived. He rigged another explosion in the AV, grabbed a parachute, and based jump from the roof. On the way down called his fixer to sell out to the opposing mega corp and gave them the goods.
my brother (survivor) incorporated into a CP story we wrote together. I will always cherish the action and imagery from that scenario.
First a small explanation. Our netrunner sucked. He failed miserably whenever he plugged into the net. It wasn't his fault really, the dice didn't like him. The only reason we hung around with him was that sometimes he would pull off something astounding, and well, he was our friend.
Ah, another one. We were in a warzone part of the city and were doing some job for a shady fixer (who turned out to be a guy whose brother we killed a few months back). Next thing you know, the roof of a nearbuy building is filled with people shooting at us and a van is backing down the street with a guy on the roof shooting at us. The party is 3 solos, the aforementioned netrunner, our fixer and a nomad. Techie was in a hospital recuperating from wounds sustained in a previous altercation. One of the solos gets shredded immediately, dropping down to mortal 7 and failing his death save. He was the one who paid for the trauma team coverage.
The rest of us take cover where we could and snap off shots back at the attackers. We manage a few hits but we see that they are prepping RPGs. Netrunner finds a sewer grate, destroys it with some detcord and jumps in. Next thing you know, a trauma team AV flies over the guys on the roof strafing them from their miniguns, shredding them to pieces. One of the solos gets brave and fires a micro missile at the van, blowing it up. Then we hear the door fall of and a figure stands up from the fire. A full borg. Without a scratch. He starts towards us when an 18 wheeler truck slams into him and carries him into the river that was down the street from where we stood. The netrunner climbs up from the sewer with a grin, he hacked into the truck and slammed it at the cyborg. The dead solo survives, and gets two shiny cyberlimbs. We kill the vengeful fixer later.
That's why we kept the netrunner.
Ah, another one. We were in a warzone part of the city and were doing some job for a shady fixer (who turned out to be a guy whose brother we killed a few months back). Next thing you know, the roof of a nearbuy building is filled with people shooting at us and a van is backing down the street with a guy on the roof shooting at us. The party is 3 solos, the aforementioned netrunner, our fixer and a nomad. Techie was in a hospital recuperating from wounds sustained in a previous altercation. One of the solos gets shredded immediately, dropping down to mortal 7 and failing his death save. He was the one who paid for the trauma team coverage.
The rest of us take cover where we could and snap off shots back at the attackers. We manage a few hits but we see that they are prepping RPGs. Netrunner finds a sewer grate, destroys it with some detcord and jumps in. Next thing you know, a trauma team AV flies over the guys on the roof strafing them from their miniguns, shredding them to pieces. One of the solos gets brave and fires a micro missile at the van, blowing it up. Then we hear the door fall of and a figure stands up from the fire. A full borg. Without a scratch. He starts towards us when an 18 wheeler truck slams into him and carries him into the river that was down the street from where we stood. The netrunner climbs up from the sewer with a grin, he hacked into the truck and slammed it at the cyborg. The dead solo survives, and gets two shiny cyberlimbs. We kill the vengeful fixer later.
That's why we kept the netrunner.
Art imitates life...or something like that...lol.
I don't remember the particulars of the session...roles or missions or such. What I do remember is that my character and one played by a friend decide to prank my brother's character, so we "borrow" his fancy new car to go joyriding in. It may not seem like much, but when my brother and I got home that night, we discovered that his car had actually been stolen while we were out...talk about feeling like asses...lol.
I don't remember the particulars of the session...roles or missions or such. What I do remember is that my character and one played by a friend decide to prank my brother's character, so we "borrow" his fancy new car to go joyriding in. It may not seem like much, but when my brother and I got home that night, we discovered that his car had actually been stolen while we were out...talk about feeling like asses...lol.
I learnt how to properly play and act in Cyberpunk 2020 the hard way. I was kinda fresh to the game and me and the other players were chasing a guy in an old buliding. We cornered him. I had the brilliant idea to go and look for him first. I sneaked in the bulding looking through the broken doors and windows... Enough to give our target the chance for an headshot. That day I learnt the meaning of "Planning". Good times, good times Chromers.
Then you got scared and had your character go full convert and stuck your body in space so my solo couldn't flatline you in the middle of an alley and leave you for the boosters. But you never can top the time I aced a cool check for that solo and made a cyberpred run away crying by just flexing my pecs.
I was asked to tell this tale in the Rockerboy thread in the main section....
So blame videopete for this....
In the late 90's NW Arkansas was hit by a blizzard and ice-storm combination that was devastating. Fayetteville, where most of friends were from, lost power almost immediately... so they made the long drive out to my place. I had a fireplace and plenty of booze, food, and cigarettes... Soon after they arrived, the power went out at my place as well... we decided that since we were all pretty much snowed in, we should game until they could get home... what follows is the true tale of 4 days of hell...
I asked what they wanted to play...they said they wanted to play in a Rockerboy campaign...
I share some of the blame for the next part... I said yes...
First I ask them what kind of band they are wanting to play... thinking they wanted to play a band like Rage Against the Machine, or the Clash, politically charged rockers raising their fist at the oppressive society that wipes its feet on the little guy... that could be fun maybe...
They wanted to be a punk rock themed cover band... as in Me First And The Gimme-Gimme's.... only without knowing how to play their instruments or sing....
I think the concussive force of my eyes rolling back into my head at terminal velocity must have knocked me out... And apparently I can GM on autopilot when I am unconscious...because when I woke up, the game was going on... I had to look around, and felt the urge to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming... then I had the urge to punch the player next to me in the taint just in case I wasn't...
Apparently in my delirium I just decided, what the hell, run with it...
The first session of the game was them travelling in a cramped van they had conned from one of the characters sisters. The game lasted 4 sessions, 4 sessions of them actively running from anything remotely interesting... plot hook after plot hook fell in their lap, and they squealed like 14 year old girls with shoes full of spiders and hid under the bed anytime danger came calling...
However, they had a manager... a low rent fixer who hated them... hated their music... but he would book them... in shittier and shitter dives... They would play gigs behind chicken wire on a stage still soaked with the vomit of last nights act... Finally they confronted their manager, not to ask for better gigs... or even music lessons... but they wanted a pyrotechnics guy for their shows... Not only did the band manager agree, he also sent along 2 other guys, who would act as their driver, and roadie... They questioned this not a bit.... for stars were in their eyes and their ears were full of the deafening ring of soon to be broken dreams...
The gigs wee still shitty, their music still awful... but now they had fireworks.... and they were happy... as the gigs took them further and further away from home, they believed they were about to strike it big...
On the last night of the game, a snowstorm was raging outside... it echoed my mood in a way that let me know the gods themselves were as tired of this farce as I was.....
The band had been sent to biker bar out in death valley. The place was swarming with Raffen Shiv, not the friendly ones either... The band arrived, the roadies carried their gear in and set up the stage... then like always, they kind of disappeared into the back room. The band began to play... and they played the best they ever had... two of the group even managed to roll critical success on their play instruments... which combined with their skill gave them each a total of 13... The outlaw bikers in the bar didn't even turn on them... then it happened..
A shot range out, the power on stage went out, and the driver came out of the back holding a woman under her chin with one arm, and a gun in the other... The front and rear doors burst in as FEDS and HI-Way swarmed the place... The fixer had been using the band to ferry drugs from one bar to the next, but the law had caught on. The boys in the band at this point, after cowering in fear and speeding away as fast as their sisters 4-cylinder 1984 Dodge Caravan could take them whenever a random hooker even winked at them, chose to be brave. As the feds had been pretty much ignoring the teens on the darkened stage up until this point, and were instead trying to diffuse the hostage situation and prevent the bikers from escaping...
The bass player hurled his instrument at the Fed trying to talk the driver down, braining him hard. The Lead singer, infused with the ghost of a should have died long ago Axle Rose leapt off the stage, diving into the backs of a group of Hi-Way... The drummer, who had made it a habit to mention he always, ALWAYS, had a burning cigarette in his mouth, gripped his drum sticks and tried to follow the lead singers cue... but rolled a fumble... then backed it up with a ten... landing face first into one of the pyrotechnic cans laid out on the stage...
I won't describe to you the effects, though my players were told of the spectacle in graphic detail... What followed was something of a blur, as first everyone stared in stunned silence at the human equivalent of one of those cheap Magic Fountain fireworks you get at the Fourth of July... the ones that seem to go on and on far longer than they should...
As the display degenerated into nothing more than a few small candle like flames burning around the edges of the nicely cauterized pit in the center of what once was the drummers head, chaos erupted. The driver was shot down in an eruption of gunfire, in retaliation the bikers surged forth against the Fed and HI-Way. The band members tried crawling out among the stomping maze of motorcycle boots and government issue loafers... The bass player made it to the door, but the lead singer was hauled up by his ponytail. In desperation he tried using the beer bottle he had picked up off the floor to on the biker now slamming his head into the bar as if he were auditioning to replace the bands percussionist. The bottle broke against the bikers head, and in response the biker snatched the gutter knife from the vocalists hands. In the ensuing struggle, the singer tried to dodge a stab from the broken bottle now being turned on him, and rolled his own fumble. The biker caught him with the broken bottle right around the mouth, and twisted... ripping the tone deaf songbirds lips from his face and leaving only torn and jagged meat and broken teeth behind...
The bass player ran to his sisters van, only to realize the driver had the keys. He fled into the desert... alone, without food or water... and with the survival skills of a newborn snail on a bed of salt.
The bar still stands. Occasionally in my games players will stumble across it. It's said the place still smells of burning hair and afro-sheen. And while the bass player was never seen again, there are legends of a crazy man who rides the back roads with the worst of the Raffen Shiv... a horrifically scarred lipless angry man who sings the songs, the songs of Abba....
And this my friends, is the true tale of the Cyberpunk 2020 Rockerboy campaign known only as On-Tour... or at least as true as I want to tell it. And this is also why I will never again run... a Rockerboy campaign...
So blame videopete for this....
In the late 90's NW Arkansas was hit by a blizzard and ice-storm combination that was devastating. Fayetteville, where most of friends were from, lost power almost immediately... so they made the long drive out to my place. I had a fireplace and plenty of booze, food, and cigarettes... Soon after they arrived, the power went out at my place as well... we decided that since we were all pretty much snowed in, we should game until they could get home... what follows is the true tale of 4 days of hell...
I asked what they wanted to play...they said they wanted to play in a Rockerboy campaign...
I share some of the blame for the next part... I said yes...
First I ask them what kind of band they are wanting to play... thinking they wanted to play a band like Rage Against the Machine, or the Clash, politically charged rockers raising their fist at the oppressive society that wipes its feet on the little guy... that could be fun maybe...
They wanted to be a punk rock themed cover band... as in Me First And The Gimme-Gimme's.... only without knowing how to play their instruments or sing....
I think the concussive force of my eyes rolling back into my head at terminal velocity must have knocked me out... And apparently I can GM on autopilot when I am unconscious...because when I woke up, the game was going on... I had to look around, and felt the urge to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming... then I had the urge to punch the player next to me in the taint just in case I wasn't...
Apparently in my delirium I just decided, what the hell, run with it...
The first session of the game was them travelling in a cramped van they had conned from one of the characters sisters. The game lasted 4 sessions, 4 sessions of them actively running from anything remotely interesting... plot hook after plot hook fell in their lap, and they squealed like 14 year old girls with shoes full of spiders and hid under the bed anytime danger came calling...
However, they had a manager... a low rent fixer who hated them... hated their music... but he would book them... in shittier and shitter dives... They would play gigs behind chicken wire on a stage still soaked with the vomit of last nights act... Finally they confronted their manager, not to ask for better gigs... or even music lessons... but they wanted a pyrotechnics guy for their shows... Not only did the band manager agree, he also sent along 2 other guys, who would act as their driver, and roadie... They questioned this not a bit.... for stars were in their eyes and their ears were full of the deafening ring of soon to be broken dreams...
The gigs wee still shitty, their music still awful... but now they had fireworks.... and they were happy... as the gigs took them further and further away from home, they believed they were about to strike it big...
On the last night of the game, a snowstorm was raging outside... it echoed my mood in a way that let me know the gods themselves were as tired of this farce as I was.....
The band had been sent to biker bar out in death valley. The place was swarming with Raffen Shiv, not the friendly ones either... The band arrived, the roadies carried their gear in and set up the stage... then like always, they kind of disappeared into the back room. The band began to play... and they played the best they ever had... two of the group even managed to roll critical success on their play instruments... which combined with their skill gave them each a total of 13... The outlaw bikers in the bar didn't even turn on them... then it happened..
A shot range out, the power on stage went out, and the driver came out of the back holding a woman under her chin with one arm, and a gun in the other... The front and rear doors burst in as FEDS and HI-Way swarmed the place... The fixer had been using the band to ferry drugs from one bar to the next, but the law had caught on. The boys in the band at this point, after cowering in fear and speeding away as fast as their sisters 4-cylinder 1984 Dodge Caravan could take them whenever a random hooker even winked at them, chose to be brave. As the feds had been pretty much ignoring the teens on the darkened stage up until this point, and were instead trying to diffuse the hostage situation and prevent the bikers from escaping...
The bass player hurled his instrument at the Fed trying to talk the driver down, braining him hard. The Lead singer, infused with the ghost of a should have died long ago Axle Rose leapt off the stage, diving into the backs of a group of Hi-Way... The drummer, who had made it a habit to mention he always, ALWAYS, had a burning cigarette in his mouth, gripped his drum sticks and tried to follow the lead singers cue... but rolled a fumble... then backed it up with a ten... landing face first into one of the pyrotechnic cans laid out on the stage...
I won't describe to you the effects, though my players were told of the spectacle in graphic detail... What followed was something of a blur, as first everyone stared in stunned silence at the human equivalent of one of those cheap Magic Fountain fireworks you get at the Fourth of July... the ones that seem to go on and on far longer than they should...
As the display degenerated into nothing more than a few small candle like flames burning around the edges of the nicely cauterized pit in the center of what once was the drummers head, chaos erupted. The driver was shot down in an eruption of gunfire, in retaliation the bikers surged forth against the Fed and HI-Way. The band members tried crawling out among the stomping maze of motorcycle boots and government issue loafers... The bass player made it to the door, but the lead singer was hauled up by his ponytail. In desperation he tried using the beer bottle he had picked up off the floor to on the biker now slamming his head into the bar as if he were auditioning to replace the bands percussionist. The bottle broke against the bikers head, and in response the biker snatched the gutter knife from the vocalists hands. In the ensuing struggle, the singer tried to dodge a stab from the broken bottle now being turned on him, and rolled his own fumble. The biker caught him with the broken bottle right around the mouth, and twisted... ripping the tone deaf songbirds lips from his face and leaving only torn and jagged meat and broken teeth behind...
The bass player ran to his sisters van, only to realize the driver had the keys. He fled into the desert... alone, without food or water... and with the survival skills of a newborn snail on a bed of salt.
The bar still stands. Occasionally in my games players will stumble across it. It's said the place still smells of burning hair and afro-sheen. And while the bass player was never seen again, there are legends of a crazy man who rides the back roads with the worst of the Raffen Shiv... a horrifically scarred lipless angry man who sings the songs, the songs of Abba....
And this my friends, is the true tale of the Cyberpunk 2020 Rockerboy campaign known only as On-Tour... or at least as true as I want to tell it. And this is also why I will never again run... a Rockerboy campaign...
That was awesome. Seriously, as a bullshit game it sounds loads of fun, let me explain. To you it sounds horrible but Im sure your players had a awesome time. Why because I have played and ran more games that when "south" than I can count. Most of the time playing some D6 Starwars. I think my group of rejects did more for the emprie than Darth Vader or the Moff council, and we were working or the rebels. Who needed a death star to ruin worlds when you had us, a group of constantly chnageing mercs without a clue due to a high body count, 50/50 split between the forces EBIL and interparty conflict.
Mission cause distraction to allow extraction team infiltrate station to rescue prisoners. Results, bomb caused reactor to go critical and crash land on planet destroying both. F- F- Failure.
Awesome. Just awesome. It was a good story no? I understand that you hated it, but hey, i'm sure your players enjoyed it.
Pure awesome Wisdom000! It's the games that leave that kind of impression so that you'll never forget them that I love the most and why I enjoy playing. Kudos.
Over the years I've seen some very neat things happen in the Cyberpunk world. Some amazing kills, spectacular deaths, impossible...and even improbable scenarios that made me say WOW. Until recently Cyberpunk 2020 was just that. Interlock was new to me, and I cut my teeth in roleplaying on cyberpunk 2013. {Neat huh. Pondsmith wrote the first rpg I ever played.}
The first character I ever created was a solo named Overkill. A brash hard hitting solo with an attitude and an AK-47. Looking back the character was pretty realistic skill wise. I mean you look at some toons people draw up now and you see all the skills they want to be good at, but no real life skills. No persuasion, no seduction, education, human perception, or anything we as people use everyday. This character had alot of those skills as a pickup and he was in fact pretty awesome.
Anyhow my very first adventure I had a girlfriend named Trina. Her brother was an addict and a member of the blood razors crew. She was very upset and I set out to bring her brother...known on the street as Rad...back to the side of light. Get him out of the gang, off the junk, and into a program. Me and my martial arts of six strode up to rad, told him who I was, how it was gonna be, and I guess I expected him to be grateful I had arrived to save the day.
With a snarl he popped a set of rippers. He had three buddies there with him. One ran off...the other two joined in on the assault. One with a pipe the other with a survival knife. The good news was there was someone there on the street who jumped in and took out the pipe guy with one round from his .357 and drew the ire of the knifer. Myself I was locked in mortal combat with Rad, and getting my butt handed to me on an epic level. When it was over like five rounds later I was SEVERELY wounded in the middle of the street. The cops showed up and opened fire on rad and the knife guy. The knifer bought it...Rad got away.
I learned in one outting that good deeds get you picked up by trauma team.
I met Rad again several weeks later...after a little experience. He wanted to scrap again...I gave him a full mag from my AK. Needless to say Trina and Overkill didn't work out, and I was literally forced to shoot blood razors on sight. Once I realized the one who shoots first is generally the survivor...I became fairly formidible. Cover is your friend...move quickly and don't become a static target...kill them before they kill you. He literally became the poster boy for cyberpunk. One night stands so I wasn't drawn into family drama. Don't trust anyone. Kill anything that opposes you.
Playing a solo is easy and fun....
The first character I ever created was a solo named Overkill. A brash hard hitting solo with an attitude and an AK-47. Looking back the character was pretty realistic skill wise. I mean you look at some toons people draw up now and you see all the skills they want to be good at, but no real life skills. No persuasion, no seduction, education, human perception, or anything we as people use everyday. This character had alot of those skills as a pickup and he was in fact pretty awesome.
Anyhow my very first adventure I had a girlfriend named Trina. Her brother was an addict and a member of the blood razors crew. She was very upset and I set out to bring her brother...known on the street as Rad...back to the side of light. Get him out of the gang, off the junk, and into a program. Me and my martial arts of six strode up to rad, told him who I was, how it was gonna be, and I guess I expected him to be grateful I had arrived to save the day.
With a snarl he popped a set of rippers. He had three buddies there with him. One ran off...the other two joined in on the assault. One with a pipe the other with a survival knife. The good news was there was someone there on the street who jumped in and took out the pipe guy with one round from his .357 and drew the ire of the knifer. Myself I was locked in mortal combat with Rad, and getting my butt handed to me on an epic level. When it was over like five rounds later I was SEVERELY wounded in the middle of the street. The cops showed up and opened fire on rad and the knife guy. The knifer bought it...Rad got away.
I learned in one outting that good deeds get you picked up by trauma team.
I met Rad again several weeks later...after a little experience. He wanted to scrap again...I gave him a full mag from my AK. Needless to say Trina and Overkill didn't work out, and I was literally forced to shoot blood razors on sight. Once I realized the one who shoots first is generally the survivor...I became fairly formidible. Cover is your friend...move quickly and don't become a static target...kill them before they kill you. He literally became the poster boy for cyberpunk. One night stands so I wasn't drawn into family drama. Don't trust anyone. Kill anything that opposes you.
Playing a solo is easy and fun....
I am so glade this is be made in to a Pc game
I used to act a Gm in this game. I run a mission from the back of the player handbook. Was the mission regarding The Night city Stalker "Brightmen". I had my party of players scared shitless around the table, guys in there 20s, worried on what to do, and how to do it. And to this day, when ever we get together and start talking about Roleplay, this mission I ran always pops up, and we laugh and giggle over a cold beer.
I had Brightmen taking them out one by one, They did beat him in the end, but 3 of the party died in the process. And yes they did keep the reporter alive, that had the evidence that proved brightmen was indeed the Night city Stalker.
It was the way I played him, stalking them, splitting them up.. Using the IR cloak, rippers, The Hellbringer666 cyborg only pistol, UV vision. I could go on
This game was and still is the best.
I used to act a Gm in this game. I run a mission from the back of the player handbook. Was the mission regarding The Night city Stalker "Brightmen". I had my party of players scared shitless around the table, guys in there 20s, worried on what to do, and how to do it. And to this day, when ever we get together and start talking about Roleplay, this mission I ran always pops up, and we laugh and giggle over a cold beer.
I had Brightmen taking them out one by one, They did beat him in the end, but 3 of the party died in the process. And yes they did keep the reporter alive, that had the evidence that proved brightmen was indeed the Night city Stalker.
It was the way I played him, stalking them, splitting them up.. Using the IR cloak, rippers, The Hellbringer666 cyborg only pistol, UV vision. I could go on
This game was and still is the best.