Let's deck into the BLOODNET (Undead Version)

The Dude said:

Noes! This was so brilliant, the first LP I actually bothered to read. You better continue it somewhere down the line...

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Ok, so I have all these pics lying around, and I'm bored. What I'm gonna do ? - I'll give you another chapter of this ill-fated , slow-paced , almost abandoned, LP. The only problem is that I don't remember what the hell I've done up to now, what quests I have been given, what am I supposed to be doing... It's all a blur. I can't remember shit. I'm sure you remember even less.


Hey, maybe our trusty-handy-dandy implant can help with this. Isn't it supposed to be storing all this data somewhere in Stark's vast and near infinite brain ?

Indeed. Actually, I have a recording you've made for yourself in case you've somehow lost your memory.

Heh, that's me, always planning ahead.

Let's hear it, imp.

" I know you feel like you've been drinking a few kegs of Styx wash, but you need to CENTER yourself. Among your possessions is a PORTABLE COMPUTER that'll shed some light on the dark of the matter. Your IMPLANT can fill you in the rest of the chant, if it's not fried up already."


" Stark, you have been afflicted with Vampirism from Abraham Van Helsing. Yes, he is a VAMPIRE and one of the high-ups of TRANSTECH corporation. Your implant is all that keeps you human, but not for long. You need to find DEIDRE TACKETT as soon as you can. She's the one that created your implant and she is somehow involved with this Vampire Conspiracy."



" What we've learned so far is that :

• The rumors about the INCUBUS, the ultimate icebreaker, are true. Deidre, created it, and as soon as she understood its vast power, she decided to hide it in CYBERSPACE, with the help of a band called the LOST KIDS. These kids decided to leave their bodies and merge their minds with the matrix so they can protect the Incubus.
  
• Van Helsing knows about the Incubus and wants to get hold of it and use it for his own ends. He has learned the whereabouts of Deidre, from none other than yours trully (not our best of moments, eh, oldboy ?). Whether he's captured her or she's gone into hiding, is unknown, but we need to find her soon. We owe her our life, don't forget that.
  
• In order to do so, we've gathered up a band of misfits/bastards/mercenaries/hackers/babes/badasses/. We've also allied ourselves with the KAFKA conspiracy, a group of anticorporate-pseudointellectual fags that fight against TransTech. They want us to get a transmitter for them, to prove our loyalties, bah.
  
• Another alliance we've made, is with the people of the trash warrens (yeah, we're in such deep shit that we need help from homeless bums). They want us to get them a fiber-optics cable right from the TrasTech HQ. For that purpose, they've set up a meeting with an Angel named Lenora Major at the cafe Voltaire. She can get us recognized as TransTech employees.
  
• Among other things :
  - We've learned that an entity called ZEUS (with a really mean disposition) is looking for us in the Matrix.
  - We've received an invitation for the HELLFIRE club from an old pervert. Many TrasTech people are known to dwell there.
  - We've met Cyril Thorpe, a decker with almost god-like powers.
  - We've received a strange note that needs deciphering.
  - We've learned the possible whereabouts of Ludwig Samson, Deidre's former associate.
  - A nun with a satanic smile wants to help us... or kill us. If we go to her church we'll find out which it is."

" Look among your possessions and you'll find a lot of weapons, cyborg parts, deck parts, random junk. They may, or may not, be useless. Do not tell anyone untrustworthy about your VAMPYRIC CONDITION, or they'll put you on a quick pilgrimage to the crematorium. Do what I tell you and you may get to see another day."

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No wonder my back hurts. What's all this junk I'm carrying around ? ...Uh, anyway, let's get this show on the road.

Before meeting with Lenora Major, maybe we should pay a visit to the local Hospital. This is one of the few places where we can heal our party.

Our gang has things to say about this place :

This is the ward for the Burnouts. The cybercrisps. Those that stayed too long in cyberspace and received brain damage. Stark almost ended up here himself once, so he must be sympathetic.

His wife is sitting next to him. Let's bother her with questions.

Yes, this is Charley. I lost him about eight months ago. You have no idea how much I've missed him.

Just decked one too many times , eh ?

Oh, no. Charley was one of the best deckers in the business. Made a great living at it too. Now people say his luck run out, but I don't buy that. My Charley was never sloppy. Someone got to him, I know it.

Anyone made an attempt to go in after him ?

Only con artists who say they want money to find him, but nobody can do that. If Charley was the best and somebody got him, who's good enough to go after the pieces of his mind ? I'm afraid I've lost him forever. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to be left alone.


Hmm, maybe all Charley wanted is "piece of mind" (hurr durr) Maybe we'll find out something in one of our deckings, who knows. Further on is the examination room where we can treat injuries, but we don't need to right now. So, let's go find miss Lenora at the cafe Voltaire.

Let's see how we're doing...

36% bloodlust ? Our comrades necks are starting to look yummy. I wish we could suck some rats dry, but Stark is something of a Ventrue I'm afraid. We'll deal with that later, now we should turn our attention to Lenora.

She sure is intelligent.

What do you want ?

Name's Stark. Woman in central Park by the name of Kimba told me you could help me out with my TransTech troubles.

Stark just entered his telegraph-speech mode.

Yeah, Kimba told me to expect you. So you check out. But it's gonna cost you 25.000 dollars. It's well worth it and I'm not in the mood to hear any complaints. You prepared to pay now ?


GOTDAMIT. 25.000 beautiful virtual dollars ?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, WOMAN ??!!!!!
... ... ...ok, I'll pay.

Yeah, I got it. But I sorta feel like I've sold out. Went to the other side.

Not if you make sure to use what you find to screw those fascist bastards. Now, you must have at least a SAMURAI soul box to have the essence imprinted into your Matrix. My WELL location code is MAJOR. See you there, Stark.


A samurai soul box we have. ENTER THE MARTIX, NEO

That face is creepy. Let's use our FATS browser.

That sounded like an innuendo. If you're wondering why we see her as a dragon, it's her dragon souldbox we see as an avatar.

But I came as soon as I cou-

I guess so.

Time to see some serious hacking take place.

TT\: COPY STARK.* TTSCMAIN.FILE
C:\ ARE YOU SURE (Y/N) Y
STARK.EXE
STARK.MEMORY
STARK.INLGENCE
STARK.PRSNLITY
STARK.PHYSICAL
STARK.MENTAL
STARK.HABITS
STARK.EGO
STARK.SEX
C:\ ALL FILES COPIED

yep. we paid 25.000$ for a copy-paste routine.

Well, that's it, Stark. You're in. Things should be easier at the Brooklyn HQ. Unless you're stupid enough to be caught red-handed, you shouldn't get hassled much now that you're imprinted into the matrix. Pleasure doing business with you, Stark.

I'm sure it was

Yes, finally, the tables have turned! So, we happily drift for a while in cyberspace...

WHEN SUDDENLY

Oh, great.

And just who chose you as exalted ruler ?

Do not mock me ! I know who you are, Ransom Stark. I've tracked you. I know of your pathetic attempts to infiltrate TransTechnicals, your feeble information pirating.

Oh, really ?

You are no more than a byte in the vast realm of cyberspace. I have done great deeds in the net. MY POWER IS UNSURPASSED !

Then what do you want me for ?

Then get out of my way.

I will, but only if you have the courage to settle this like men.

Settle what ?

SILENCE ! You must pay for your transgressions against me, the Great One. I thought nothing would ever give me more pleasure than the network, but I believe something will. Watching you die at my hands in New York...

Listen pal, you're not making any s-

...I want to see your feeble form beaten to a pulp and hear you beg for mercy. You talk big, Stark. If you have any guts and any pride left, you'll appear at my home base at NYU, otherwise you'll be the laughing stock of Cyberspace. You win, you'll get all my equipment and information, but fat chance that happening. Enjoy this cyberspace trip, Stark. It will be your last.


Huh, this Zeus guy is Xtreme. But he's messing with a guy who's so extreme, even his smug can kill. What does our crew think about this ?

Yeah, I think we're bad enough dudes to make Zeus our bitch. Anyway, let's drift a bit more in C-space... Hey, what's this ?

Damn. We actually found a PIECE of Charley's mind... And a while later, we find another one ! Hmm, right now it seems that's all we can find on the net. The other 3 pieces must be somewhere else. Maybe we'll bump onto them later...


Well, that's it for now. Next time we'll be visiting Zeus to grab collars...

NYU dormitory, what the hell ? If Zeus is some geek-punk-ass student he's gonna get his ass kicked sooo hard. Anyway, till next time...





... and by next time I mean sometime in the next month(s). Maybe.

ghostdog said:

... and by next time I mean sometime in the next month(s). Maybe.

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Satori said:

Fuck yeah! :D

ghostdog said:

... and by next time I mean sometime in the next month(s). Maybe.

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Fuck no!

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