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Edited by TwoToneTwentyone:
7/16/2015 7:58:37 AM
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[i]The end of another day, how many more of these can my body take...
I slowly filter off the assembly floor joining the growing tide of workers bottlenecking near the exit to clock out. The workers in orange jumpsuits filter down into two lines, manual and "fast pass." A joke from the old days where cars didn't have to stop to pay tolls thanks to a transmitter, for cyborgs it pretty much boils down to the same thing. Story of my life though, an augment here, another there. All to make my life a little easier I guess, but how long can I keep going? I'm running out of meat.
The smell outside says "Tokyo Town" all over it, a little like broken dreams and spiced food with just a pinch of opportunity. Opportunity is something I'm looking for.
I follow a group of workers down the block, their orange is still displayed. Nobody bothers to change, in ten short hours your shift starts over again. Ten on ten off, it would be criminal but nobody forced me to work a shit job for shit pay.
The place is a dive, never been myself but I hear there is an opportunity for black market goods and jobs. Good thing, my Tac-Pad is letting me know I have nine hours and fifty minutes to change my life.[/i]
[spoiler]Can you tell me the starting gear from my Tac-Pad menus? Starting creds, gear if any and cyborg upgrades or a rule set for determining my own?[/spoiler]
[spoiler]awesome thread by the way![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]And a camera and phone.[/spoiler]
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/15/2015 4:02:40 PM[spoiler]You have your virtual wallet, which holds your 1,000 C you have at the moment and a map of the city of Cedyetica, on which you can make waypoints to chosen locations.[/spoiler]
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[i]The small exterior gave the illusion of a dive, the inside was anything but. The bar was an old factory floor, adjacent businesses took some of the space which might have been offices but looking back the entrance was more the loading dock to the factory. The bar was reconditioned assembly line, the cat walks made for a second story atmosphere and the for and office overlooking the whole scene became the VIP room. Orange orange everywhere, I make my way through the press of the crowd to a spot at the bar. Locking eyes with the bartender he signals with a metallic appendage it will be just a moment, the other five appendages are moving at a blur mixing more drinks than I care to count. All around are Cyborgs, in the corner a group playing darts either expertly thrown from augmetic limbs or fired from wrist mounted launchers, fingers and shoulder units. At a table cheers ring out as two combatants fight it out with "arm" wrestling. The man clearly in control looks like he was modded for heavy cargo loading and unloading, massive arms corded in hydraulics attached to a barrel chest his face was all laughter. His opponent was reinforcing his unmodded arm with two appendages from his shoulder. It was a losing battle the bones in his arm gave way to a wet crack, a roar of cheers went up as I turned my attention back to the bar. It's good to know a skilled Cyber- Merc is nearby and odds are someone can point me in the right direction. I'm sure the bartender might know where to find a job, gear and a doc (Cyber -Merc), but the pressing concern is what to drink. He's almost done, maybe, after all, three waitresses have loaded up and left since I got here. My eyes slowly drift to a monitor above the bar, a match is on but the slow scrolling news headlines catch my attention. Shootings here and there, gang warfare here, missing persons there, a lot to choose from if someone in this city needs help in one way or another. [/i]
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((Did you know there's actually a cybernetic augmentation called "dart-fingers," where sharp pins come out from your finger tips and your fingers shoot right off your hand at a target?))
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Edited by TwoToneTwentyone: 7/17/2015 4:21:57 PM[b]"White Russian."[/b] [i]I say as I catch the bartenders attention[/i]. [b]"Happen to hear about any jobs? Life on the assembly line just isn't as exciting as my old probation officer made it out to be."[/b]
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[spoiler]Yea, I was looking through all the info. Seemed like a kinda seedy underhanded mod that would do well in bar scene. [/spoiler]
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http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/dirtybomb/images/2/2e/Phantom.JPG/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/250?cb=20150603051050 Is walkign thrght the BAlck market carrying a suspicius briefcase he shvoes anyone on his way and head bumps into KO ayone who attmepts to stop him*
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Ive got a cooler sword than you...,
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*Flips you off as he passes by, keeps walking*
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Stephenson, on a job, notes the monologuing figure.
