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OOC Note: Below is the GM text and player responses in a Shadowrun (anarchy) play by post game. This game is invitational, which means all are welcome to read, but only the participants will be replying on this thread. @Volki @RedStone @Broba Fett @Starpuck @Teros @Leigh @Wild Wolf @DarK_RaideR @admiralfrosty @brutalbears Here is the map of San Francisco and Oakland/Berkley. The levels of plot authority are 1) Written text below; 2) Mapped locations; 3) Published Sourcebook details. The players are (or should) be authorized to make edits, and should feel free to add locations if it'd support their character specific plot. Shadowrun PBP Invitational – California, Rest in Peace The Free States of California are situated in a complex geo-political position, external enemies on every land border, and a Japanese Imperial presence only formally withdrawn from San Francisco over the last half decade. San Francisco may not be a protectorate in name, but the hegemony of the AAA Corp’s over the Bay very much remains, and the metahuman apartheid has only metastasized. For many poorly thought out reasons, you shadowrunners are calling San Francisco home for the time being. Maybe you flew in after selling a kidney to fund the ticket over none-to-friendly airspace, or maybe you risked your life on an ill-advised charter boat that braved the awaked marine life and corrosive reefs of industrial runoff that chokes the coastline. Maybe you took highway 5 in the cramped safety of an armored bus, or worst of all, maybe you grew up in the Bay area. Whatever death wish brought you here, you’ve been in touch with the fixer Joyce Cho- Johnny Midnight’s – 19:00 10/20/77 The warm velvet hangings of Johnny Frum and Elvis against a crimson and purple background arrest the eye upon walking into Johnny Midnight’s. The two life-size cargo cult saints stare down all who dare drink at this particular tiki bar, and are backed up by diminutive families of wooden Polynesian idols scattered haphazardly around the flights of bottles behind the bar. The tall wood-grained plasteel tables and chairs are bolted to the floor, evidencing a less than demure patronage, and every seat is swivelled to face the corner stage where an amateur guitar and vocal duo is finishing an almost competent acoustic rendition of Shield Wall’s famous rock opera. Nearly every member of the predominantly Ork crowd is nursing a cheap nic-stick, and the exhaled vapor reduces the mood lighting to dungeonous gloom. The roomy establishment is in the heart of the McClymonds district of Oakland, often just called “Orklands” by outsiders. OOC Note: Baring any arranged background history, your characters don’t know each other. Joyce must have seen your augmented reality (AR) icon ping live as you walked into the joint, because immediately a toggle flips up from your email chain with her and, blinking on your AR glasses or contacts or handheld screen (you fragging hipster, like it’s the 30’s), offers an virtual arrow taking you to meet the fixer you’ve heard so much about. She’s a solidly built ork woman in her middle years, maybe mid 20’s, a brightly patterned sarong and clattering bracelets mark her as a McClymonds resident, her hair fixed into coils and shaved into a feathery horses mane that emphasizes the strength of her broad green shoulders. She sees you coming towards her and she offers a polite smile, waving you over where she’s reserved a booth in an alcove large enough for what turns out to be several shadowrunners converging on her. Yay, new co-workers. Crowded elbow-to-elbow with the dim shapes of what is either your new team, or the most mismatched of bachelor parties, Joyce makes a quick round of introductions using only public handles, the contact details of each member of the team appearing in your AR before fading into your address book. “So very glad this group of very lovely people has agreed to take my meeting with Mister Tanaka.” Joyce says in a smiling contralto, “I have enjoyed getting to know each of you very much, and I look forward deepening our professional relationship working together.” She finishes her speech holding up her formidable hands laced into a gesture of unity. The less observant of you could be forgiven in the gloom for missing the scars on her knuckles and her nails pared almost to the quick. “Now what makes this meeting with the good Mister Tanaka so very special is that he is a motivated client. Here at Cho Holistic Solutions,” she beams with beatific closed eyes as she says the name of her business, inadvertently displaying the fading remnant of a shiner, “we treat every client like family, and we only hire the kindest and most talented shadowrunners to care for our family. Mr Tanaka is coming to the McClymonds tonight to meet with you lovely, lovely people, because he’s needs are so special and pressing.” She emphasizes her distress over Mr Tanka’s distress with a concerned frown, before bravely resuming, “but I think it might be better if you met each other property, and discussed how you can serve our client family at Cho Holistic Solutions,” same blissed out smile over the business name, “before you meet our first client. Still smiling like a Buddah on her birthday, she nimbly maneuvers her bulky frame out from behind the table and gestures wide at the group, “I shall fetch us some very lovely drinks to seal the beginnings of a lovely business relationship. Although the service here is not fast, and Mr Tanka is in a hurry to meet you, talk amongst yourself and explain what makes you the very special person I know each of you truly is.” The same unobservant cretins among you didn’t notice that she teared up as she was talking, and then hastily she turns away and heads for the bar. You oblivious asshole. OOC Note: This is an invitation for the players to introduce their character to each other, crack wise, ect. See also: GM stalling.

>MailTo:AllRunners >>DearShadowrunners, It is nothing new that things in our line of work can go south. What matters is how deep you’re in and how you plan to get yourself out. In my case, I’m as deep as it gets. In the last month, I have given out jobs to most of you but one in particular came back to bite me in the ass and make me the personal plaything of Hans Brackhaus, who apparently enjoys invading every aspect of my life and humiliate me in public for it. Not a good thing when you’re in our business. That on its own wouldn’t be so bad if Herr Hans was an ordinary man. You see, German employers like to use that name for the sake of anonymity, just like Americans will introduce themselves to you as Mr. Johnson. You see, the level of private life invasion is way too extreme for one man to bother, let alone pull off when out for revenge. That, and the fact that the run was against Saeder-Krupp can only mean one thing. Hans Brackhaus is Lofwyr himself. If you haven’t already shut your commlink thinking “Hell no, Raider!” I appreciate it. If you don’t know who Lofwyr or Saeder-Krupp is, I wonder how you’re still alive, but let me give you a quick update. Lofwyr is a dragon, quite possibly The Dragon. Awakened in 2012, he is the only German dragon who, instead of going on a rampage, actually talked his way past the military forces sent to secure his area of rest. Twenty three years later, he stepped forward as the majority shareholder of the BMW/Krupp and incorporated several other companies to form today’s biggest AAA Megacorp, Saeder Krupp and become the wealthiest individual on the planet. The following year Lofwyr got a seat in Tir Tairngire’s Council of Princes and held it until two years ago. You know, Tir Tairngire, that nation of elves and not dragons? I guess he made them an offer they couldn’t refuse. Not surprisingly, he is also a major player in dragon politics and has his claws into pretty much everything going on around the globe. Now, it would sound epic to say I plan to take down Lofwyr, but that’s insane and unrealistic. What I really want is to get him off my back. Easier said than done when up against someone with draconic mind, infinite resources and a flair for excessive micromanagement. Which is why I’ll need to side with his enemies on the grandest chessboard of them all. I know of the hatred between his brother Alamais and if we are to believe the late Dunkelzahn’s will, that dragon survived an orbital laser shot, so he’d be a valuable ally. Hestaby is a more complicated case; he gave her the seat on the Council of Princes and although that might be part of a trade, it’s not a safe bet to think she’ll want to make a move against him. There’s heat between him and Aden over control of the Middle East, which is another situation that could be exploited. Last but not least, Lofwyr has been hostile against Ghostwalker. The latter is probably indifferent, but might be persuaded to spring into action. Apologies for this long mail, but I wanted you to know what I’ll be putting you up against in the future and who you’ll probably be working for. Anyone uncomfortable with the situation is free to decline. P.S. Due to past experience, I have gone to great lengths to ensure that this message is properly coded and sent through secure channels so that Hans Brackhaus won’t be able to pick it up. Should any of you consider selling it to the man, I am sorry for your treacherous greed but rest assured that getting you is going to be a priority and something much easier to accomplish than shaking Lofwyr off my back.

The Holy Grail: I’m running my first ever Spartan and second ever OCR on April 23rd with @Slates in Italy. The concept: I have created a complicated set of rules that plays out much like a manager game. It is set in the Shadowrun world and due to its nature, it makes more sense to portray a Fixer rather than the runners themselves. [Fixer: A Shadowrun term for an intermediate between the shadows and other parts of the society. Most Mr. Johnsons, regardless of whom they represent, will contact a fixer to set up a meet with shadowrunners.Fixers often know many powerful secrets, like the real identities of Mr. Johnsons, the runners, and such. However, they will not easily part with this information, as secrecy (plausible deniability) is part of the services they provide.] Nutrition goal: No processed sugar, grains or dairy (with the exception of light yoghurt). Also no caffeine, as I've been converted to rooibos/redbush tea, green tea and a malt product that substitutes beautifully for instant coffee when I get the cravings. Workout goal: It's there, but non-specific and not tracked. I'll carry on with my usual crossfit workouts and some custom stuff to improve weak points in my OCR game. Summary: I have created runner characters for several members of the NF Rebellion. Every Monday, I get a new mission with certain parameters and a deadline for Sunday. Working out earns me money, which is spent to recruit runners for a mission. Once the recruited team’s attributes fulfill the mission parameters, it is successfully carried out and I'm allowed to take up another if I want to, with the deadline still being Sunday. Completion earns me part of the monetary reward and (usually) +1 Street Credit/Reputation. Mission failure and every Nutrition violation cost me 1 Street Credit. Runners also earn part of the reward, as well as 1 XP and 1 Heat. Obviously, XP is used to raise their Attributes but takes them out of action for a while. A high Heat score prevents them from undertaking certain missions, as they need to lay low for a while. It will all make more sense once you see it in action!