bert
Arcane
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2008
- Messages
- 760
All the lights shut off in one go, stranding the prisoner in the darkness of his cell. It is the very beginnings of the 29th century. Back in New York, you had a damned good gig. Contracts left and right, guns, cars, women, men, money. You were a cyberpunk, and you defined style. Then the last gig got you busted. You never knew how. Maybe one of your partners double crossed you, or the Megacorp scum caught on to you, or maybe it was just an act of God, either way you got caught and here you are in Purgatory.
You have so far only served 6 of your 398 year sentence that society arbitrarily deemed on you and locked you up in an orbiting prison station for a handful of others just like you, the Condemned. Despite being 400 kilometers from Earth and isolated 24/7, life isn't so bad. To ensure your continued survival centuries into the future, the station has been equipped with state of the art facilities, which, in the 29th century, sometimes borders the magical. There is no fixed regimen of any sort asides from the mandatory lights off at 10:00 PM and lights on at 8:00 AM. Virtually every sort of amenity is provided except for sex, and the only rules are that you are not allowed to talk with other prisoners. A droid is provided for every three occupied cells in order to keep one's social sanity and to perform your requests.
Suddenly there is a click, and the door to your cell begins to open on its own. A droid’s voice drones out, “Prisoner #926, time for your appointment.” What appointment? You never heard anything about an appointment...
Before you were locked up however, you used to be quite the cyberpunk. In particular you were
1) An enforcer for the Red Dragon syndicate. You use intimidation to make others see your way, or a 10mm slug to the head if that doesn’t work.
2) A hacker. You sold your skills to the highest bidder, and no server was too tough for you to break into, no robot too elusive to hack into.
3) A cleaner. Some call you an assassin, others call you a ghost. Whatever they called you, they all needed you for one thing: To do something without being seen or caught.
4) A lone wolf. You were decent at most things, but hardly one of the best. This is good, because the only one you can rely on is yourself.
Your weapon of choice has always been
1) Pistols. Handguns, revolvers, you name it. Most are small and concealable, and they get the job done.
2) Long guns. Shotguns, rifles. Really want to make sure he’s dead? This is a good option.
3) Submachine gun. Automatic fire in a compact package.
4) Heavy weapons. Machineguns, launchers. When you really want to make sure he’s dead and collateral is no concern.
5) Hand-to-hand. Whether it’s Taekwondo or Judo or simple street brawling, you are considered armed and dangerous all the time.
6) Blades. Knives, swords, anything you can cut, slice and dice with.
7) Melee weapons. Clubs, batons, sledgehammers, axes. Traumatizing.
What have you been focusing on for the six years here?
1) Working out. Keeping your strength and cardio up is good, and who knows what the hell augments your average ganger or fed will be packing once you're out?
2) Reading. Fiction, non-fiction. Dolstoy, Shakespeare, the New York Times. Staying smart and in-the-know is essential to surviving.
3) Sports. Not a lot of one-man sports that exist, but you've been practicing your hand-eye coordination and agility.
4) Technology. Knowing how things work in the 29th century is a pretty good idea.
Lastly, what gender are you and what is your name? Include a nickname.
You have so far only served 6 of your 398 year sentence that society arbitrarily deemed on you and locked you up in an orbiting prison station for a handful of others just like you, the Condemned. Despite being 400 kilometers from Earth and isolated 24/7, life isn't so bad. To ensure your continued survival centuries into the future, the station has been equipped with state of the art facilities, which, in the 29th century, sometimes borders the magical. There is no fixed regimen of any sort asides from the mandatory lights off at 10:00 PM and lights on at 8:00 AM. Virtually every sort of amenity is provided except for sex, and the only rules are that you are not allowed to talk with other prisoners. A droid is provided for every three occupied cells in order to keep one's social sanity and to perform your requests.
Suddenly there is a click, and the door to your cell begins to open on its own. A droid’s voice drones out, “Prisoner #926, time for your appointment.” What appointment? You never heard anything about an appointment...
Before you were locked up however, you used to be quite the cyberpunk. In particular you were
1) An enforcer for the Red Dragon syndicate. You use intimidation to make others see your way, or a 10mm slug to the head if that doesn’t work.
2) A hacker. You sold your skills to the highest bidder, and no server was too tough for you to break into, no robot too elusive to hack into.
3) A cleaner. Some call you an assassin, others call you a ghost. Whatever they called you, they all needed you for one thing: To do something without being seen or caught.
4) A lone wolf. You were decent at most things, but hardly one of the best. This is good, because the only one you can rely on is yourself.
Your weapon of choice has always been
1) Pistols. Handguns, revolvers, you name it. Most are small and concealable, and they get the job done.
2) Long guns. Shotguns, rifles. Really want to make sure he’s dead? This is a good option.
3) Submachine gun. Automatic fire in a compact package.
4) Heavy weapons. Machineguns, launchers. When you really want to make sure he’s dead and collateral is no concern.
5) Hand-to-hand. Whether it’s Taekwondo or Judo or simple street brawling, you are considered armed and dangerous all the time.
6) Blades. Knives, swords, anything you can cut, slice and dice with.
7) Melee weapons. Clubs, batons, sledgehammers, axes. Traumatizing.
What have you been focusing on for the six years here?
1) Working out. Keeping your strength and cardio up is good, and who knows what the hell augments your average ganger or fed will be packing once you're out?
2) Reading. Fiction, non-fiction. Dolstoy, Shakespeare, the New York Times. Staying smart and in-the-know is essential to surviving.
3) Sports. Not a lot of one-man sports that exist, but you've been practicing your hand-eye coordination and agility.
4) Technology. Knowing how things work in the 29th century is a pretty good idea.
Lastly, what gender are you and what is your name? Include a nickname.