Review Submitted By: Breaker
Author Status: Player
Started on Seattle 2064: a while back
Submission Date: Oct 31, 2005
TMC Listing: Seattle 2064
The following review is the opinion of the review's author [Breaker]
and in no way represents the opinions of this website or its staff.
Harsh neon glares from it's place perched on rooftops. 'XXX fun!'
and 'Hot! Hot! Hot!' make up the majority - this isn't the good
side of Seattle. A lone priest walks the garishly lit streets, his
head lowered and hands stuffed into the small pockets of his robes. It
still amazes him at such corruption existing on this world. Why does
God do nothing? Why wont he cleanse the world of the filth?
In Seattle, a single wrong turn can lead to a world of hurt.
The priest turns down an alley, his home is right on the other side.
A simple place. A one room coffin in the No-Tell Motel. A rustle
behind him. he turns, a massive, horned troll stands, decked out in
gang colours and grinning.
'Give money now. You go free.' the hulking figure speaks, a long
chain wrapped around it's massive hand like a set of knuckles.
'I have no money. I am a man of God.' the lone priest spoke,
confident this would make the smelly troll simply leave.
Another voice however, from above, wouldn't make that so easy.
'Money or your life.' This one was human, decked out in the same
colours as the troll as he sat on the fire-escape, a pistol aimed down
at the defenseless priest. Chrome marred his skin - evidence of
extensive implants. Cybernetic augmentation was a big deal in 2062 -
Most everyone but the mages had at least a little. This guy however,
had a lot. A laser, coming from his eye stared down at the priest, his
arms completely metallic up to the shoulders.
'I assure you -' the dark-haired priest started 'I have no money,
and my life is worth little. What could you possibly gain by killing a
man of God?' he was afraid now, and it showed.
The man leaped down from the fire-escape, standing opposite the
troll. The priest was boxed in.
'We kill. Killing fun. Mebbe eat.' spoke the troll as he began to
lumber forward. The priest, in terror, turned and began to run, but
only managed to bump into the heavily chromed man with a gun. 'Don't
go runnin' now ya fraggin' drekhead. The funs just startin'!
You're the main attraction.' he began to laugh, pointing his gun at
the priests head.
'Where is god?' the terrified priest thought as he began to sob.
'Why has he not come? What did I do wrong? Why is he punishing me?!'
Something snapped in that priest then. God wasn't coming for him. God
had abandoned him. God had left the filth, because God must no longer
care. The priests tears stopped, and in a split second, to save his
own life he grabbed at the gun, turning the chromed man's hand
inward, slipping his finger into the trigger and squeezing twice.
Two shots rang out, the gangers head exploding into a fine mist of
blood and brain. The priest quickly grabbed the gun from the limp
hand, unloading the full clip into the troll, who had stopped in
surprise at the site of his leaders head turning into confetti. A few
bullets from a pistol are rarely enough to take down the tank-like
troll however.
Roaring angrily the troll began to rush forward, the priest gasping
and starting to run with all his strength towards the end of the dingy
alley. Screaming for help he he ran, stumbling over trash and plastic
boxes, the troll plowing forward like a train after him, the priest
thought he would die. Luck however, did seem to be on his side.
As he reached the street - the troll close behind, a rigger from a
rival gang - one who can become one with vehicles noticed the
commotion. A car suddenly came screaming down the street, no driver in
it's seat. A machine gun mounted on the side opened fire,
high-caliber rounds ripping through the troll, tearing flesh away from
bone until there was nothing but a large pile of indistinguishable
flesh, bone, and blood laying in the street. Without even slowing the
car turned a corner and disappeared.
The priest panted and gasped, entering the hotel. Only then did he
realize that still in his hand was the gun, the clip empty, his finger
twitching, clicking the trigger repeatedly. He silently stared at it
for several moments, before pushing it into the pocket of his robe. If
god wouldn't cleanse the world - then maybe he would.
If you want a game with atmosphere and attitude to spare, then Awake
2062 is your game. Based on the 3e rules of Shadowrun, with a friendly
playberbase, and a group of imms who run quests and encourage Roleplay
and story development, this is one of the best Cyberpunk Muds around
in my opinion. Come join us today!
