[English] d10 Torpedos

to play in Remember Tomorrow or other Cyberpunk rpgs.

1 You guard Leuven's uni compound, walkways suspended over calm gardens that terminate in corymbs of slanted towers. You're not allowed to see the students, though, so you have the slotdoll replace your eyes before leaving for work.

2 A single death through a malfunctioning implant, to order, was what was asked of you. A fake background in digital forensics got you into Meridian's supply chain. But there was the unlikeliest of errors and someone was implanted with your dropchip that shouldn't have been. Shouldn't have been at all. [choose: another held pc or a loved one]

3 Pressured by your sister, the Minister of the Interior, you volunteered for special police unit MEAT PIE. Training is as relentless as what you might be facing eventually: a killdoll being used here, at home.

4 You murdered someone. Misple assigned them the prepped car and they must have burned alive, maybe on the side of some highway outside the city. You were on vacuation meds when you set the whole thing up, you don't know what the person looked like or anything else about them.

5 If the Army knew that civilians are being rigged up with umbilicals at this joint, they'd nuke it from orbit, you guess. But since the military is out of the picture for now, this will be your job, should anything go wrong.

6 Killing people in this city is all about turning against them the space they occupy. Their transportation, their apartments, their social circles, their bodies. Corporate spaces, incidentally. Your personal record is signing up for 21 different services to get access to a target.   

7 You have to kill people on a budget. Outskirts only, printed-up guns and a cheap, transparent blood surrogate in case you get stabbed. You're streetsamovar.

8 A faulty umbilical made sure you'll never be back in the warzones again. But sometimes when you keep on AR for too long, your killdoll still appears. You don't mention it in the checkups.

9 You exploit the symbiotic relationship between Misple's health interface WELL and the hundreds of soothe- and emdolls scouring the city. Contamination or even a medical error - the little fuckers got lots of dangerous toys on board - usually does it.

10 You're old school though you don't look it. No guns, no fancytech. Just knives, clubs and plastic tarp.