Martin strolls in past the bouncer and is quickly swallowed up by black light, transformed and
distorted.
Dustin strolls in past the bouncer and is quickly swallowed up by black light, transformed and
distorted.
Pat strolls in past the bouncer and is quickly swallowed up by black light, transformed and
distorted.
l martin
Martin
A small time gangster with visions of mobster movies dancing in his head.
Martin is clad from head to toe in a distinguished black and white suit, reminiscent of the 1990's
gangster. His thin, silk black tie runs dead center down his chest, perfectly matching his button-
down white shirt. Clinging to his shoulders is a sharp black suit jacket, the same dark black as his
perfectly creased suit pants. Looking down, the light of Blacklight 90 reflects off the well-
polished black wingtips.
He is in excellent health.
Martin is wielding a Glock 9mm.
eye
You eye your surroundings cautiously.
Martin begins searching through the area.
You notice Martin looking at you.
Sarkaz's face turns pink sucking down her chocolate shake.
drink shake
You suck real hard on the straw of your chocolate shake.
l
Blacklight 90
Your eyes begin the slow shift towards the negotiating of darker places. With the exception of retro
-style neon encircling the exits and serpentine bar, black light is the only source of illumination,
coating everything in a dark grey veneer. Any colors worn by the patrons that refuse to comply with
the darkness stand out with a soft white glow. The centre of the high-ceilinged room is awash with
dancers, moving in an organic beat to Disco and old school tunes from the last century, relics of
the fear and thrill of the future. The clientele cuts a swath through the entire socioeconomic
structure of the city, social misfits and the slumming rich homogenized together in a dark pudding
of bass beats, strong drinks and inky black. Tucked snuggly into the northwest corner is a compact
DJ booth complete with dual turntables, analog mixer, headphones and a microphone. Sarkaz and
Typhoon are sitting together at the chrome rimmed bar snaking around the east wall. The black booth
is invitingly empty, making the dark corner almost beg for a deal to go down. A glowing blacklight
sign displays the current menu. The red light of a securicam glows dimly in the corner. The
extremely heavily armored CreditFirst ATM is hidden away in a corner of the room. A Kensai Full-
Sized TRI-V is attached to the wall here. Humming softly, a small security camera floats
unobtrusively in the corner. A turret hangs from gimballed mounts on the ceiling. A NCPD monitor
is affixed to a pole here, its red activity light blinking silently. A DJ booth is here, with no
one sitting at it. An unobtrusive black and chrome door glints off to one side of the bar.
Harold is here. OJ is leaning on the bar waiting for a patron. Martin is walking here. Dustin and
Pat are standing here.
You can go north (n), east (e, cafe), and up (stairs).
l duston
You don't perceive a "duston" around here.
Pat says, "Move along, citizen."
l dustn
You don't perceive a "dustn" around here.
.nod slowly and .turn back around to the bar.
You nod slowly and turn back around to the bar.
Martin walks up to you and Sarkaz, "Ha, keep suckin' like that and we'll put you on the corner."
Martin says, "Make some real credits."
Martin laughs and turns to the man and woman with him who laugh obediently.
cac heart
Your Myotech Cyberheart's cybernetic powercell is already activated.
clook
[Retinal Display] Myotech Cyberheart: cybernetic powercell loaded. Charge remaining 47811 pAH.
Implant activated.
Sarkaz smacks her lips a bit.
to Martin Is there a point to your story?
Typhoon [to Martin]: Is there a point to your story?
unwield 1st cobra
You put cobra away.
l pat
Pat
This young female gang member looks tough, except for the worry in her eyes. Her simple leathers
show she is a member of the `Jerks'. Pat looks like she is on the bad side of strung out and may be
hoping for a fix.
She is in excellent health.
Pat is wielding a baseball bat.
You can go north (n), east (e, cafe), and up (stairs).
[-] *The Brethren* [English]: Death....Eternal Unlife...we are the
[-] followers of the Dark Way. Come join us; revel in blood.
l dustin
Dustin
This young female gang member looks tough, except for the worry in her eyes. Her simple leathers
show she is a member of the `Jerks'. Pat looks like she is on the bad side of strung out and may be
hoping for a fix.
She is in excellent health.
Dustin is wielding a baseball bat.
Martin [to Martin]: The point is the Jerks own you. Own this city. Anything you got on you, is mine.
say The jerks... own me?
You speak in a thick Russian accent, "The jerks... own me?"
<OOC> Martin facepalms.
ooc lmfao
<OOC> You say, "lmfao"
<OOC>Sarkaz says, "Well it's always good to know you own yourself."
<OOC> Martin says, "Own goal for the Jerks!"
<OOC> Martin says, "How fitting."
Martin gets up in your personal space, "Yeah, you a cromag? Jerks own you. No Cyberfuckers around no
more, no KiNGs, we own these streets. We own you."
The mirror shows your body in another gender. You could fall in love with yourself.
.get up from the bar, getting right up in Martin's face with a soft chuckle, "That's a really funny
joke."
You get up from the bar, getting right up in Martin's face with a soft chuckle, "That's a really
funny joke."
rise
You rise from the bar.
The influence of the dreamweed fades--leaving you with a craving for more.
Martin looks worried for just a second and then looks back at his two bodyguards and quickly re
-establish his bravado, "Yeah ya fuckin' commie, maybe we drag you outside and beat punchline into
your vodka soaked ass."
Sarkaz puts her credstick away.
Sarkaz gets out her kevlar helmet.
Sarkaz places her kevlar helmet over her head, securing the thick chin strap and sliding the
faceplate down.
Sarkaz rises from the bar.
cover head on saikyo
You cover your head on your Saikyo-Wears urban combat fatigues.
People will now see you as `small petite armored woman wearing a Saikyo-Wears urban combat
fatigues'.
to Martin I'll take the jerks seriously when you rate the same pay as every other gang in the city,
chump.
Typhoon [to Martin]: I'll take the jerks seriously when you rate the same pay as every other gang in
the city, chump.
Sarkaz says, "Ain't you a long way from home, Jerk? Bit far from Pullman aren't you? Sure you ain't
lost?"
Martin pffts.
Martin says, "Maybe, maybe that's how it WAS, but it ain't how it IS."
Martin appears thoughtful.
ht
You are in excellent health.
Sarkaz puts her chocolate shake on the bar.
put shake on bar
You put your chocolate shake on the bar.
Martin pops a red pill into his mouth and swallows it.
say Oh this is gonna be fun.
You speak in a thick Russian accent, "Oh this is gonna be fun."
grin
You grin.
Martin says, "Ladies first."
Martin motions to the door.
Martin says, "Gunna wear your ass out then put it to work for the gang."
.bark out a laugh, then turn to Sarkaz, "You feel like coming with or am I turning them into red
paint myself?"
You bark out a laugh, then turn to Sarkaz, "You feel like coming with or am I turning them into red
paint myself?"
Sarkaz upnods at you. "I could use the target practice."
to Martin See you outside then, kid.
Typhoon [to Martin]: See you outside then, kid.
sneak n
You start sneaking away...
Sarkaz starts sneaking away...
You fade out into the street, the receeding black light dumping you harshly back to reality.
Bayfront Drive (in New Carthage)
Seagulls struggle aloft in the fume-laden air as foghorns echo down Bayfront Drive. Burnt-out ruins
and a few decaying warehouses overlook the Bay, where breakers lap against reefs of discarded tires
and radioactive concrete. Clammy nighttime mist covers the street in whisps.
You can cross north and the street runs east and west. A tall black man in a slim-cut dark suit and
tie stands silent vigil over the twin chrome-framed doors of a massive crumbling warehouse.
Somewhere several stories up the crumbling edifice, dark purple neon in an oval frame crackles the
name 'Blacklight 90.' Beside the building, a long, curving driveway leads up into a parking
structure. A short concrete ramp descends off the sidewalk under the club, to a hall shrouded in
darkness.
You see a vehicle to the west. To the northeast, you see someone standing. You see a vehicle to the
northwest.
It is now autumn.
A fume-laden wind is blowing the rain in sheets.
You attempt to blend into your surroundings.
Sarkaz grips the fastener on the rifle sling (attached to an AK-97 assault rifle).
Martin is followed by a gust of sound and darkness to the south, both of which are cut short by the
slamming of ebony doors.
Dustin is followed by a gust of sound and darkness to the south, both of which are cut short by the
slamming of ebony doors.
Pat is followed by a gust of sound and darkness to the south, both of which are cut short by the
slamming of ebony doors.
Sarkaz detaches an AK-97 assault rifle from her rifle sling and grips it firmly.
get quill from sling
You detach the the CA-2000X Battle Rifle from your rifle sling and grip it firmly.
stop hiding
You stop hiding.
Martin appears thoughtful.
Martin says, "What the fuck!?"
Dustin says, "You are attacking my ward! As a bodyguard, I must force you to cease your attack!"
Dustin grips her baseball bat firmly, preparing to club Sarkaz.
Pat says, "You are attacking my ward! As a bodyguard, I must force you to cease your attack!"
Pat grips her baseball bat firmly, preparing to club Sarkaz.
Sarkaz ducks to the side as Dustin swings wildly at her left foot with the baseball bat.
Pat takes a vicious swing at Sarkaz with her baseball bat, but she leaps backwards in the nick of
time.
kill martin
Typhoon raises her CA-2000X Battle Rifle, fits the heel of the buttstock to her shoulder and sights
in on Martin, before squeezing the trigger.
Typhoon calmly adjusts the sight on her CA-2000X Battle Rifle, takes aim again, and fires a
devastating shot into the center of Martin's head.
Sarkaz cooly takes aim as Dustin rushes forward. The muzzle smoke clears a microsecond later to
reveal Dustin twitching and clutching at her abdomen.
Dustin's wounds begin gushing blood.
mode allout
Combat mode switched to allout.
Dustin's swing sails high past Sarkaz.
Sarkaz is caressed with a soft breeze as Pat's swing misses by a mile.
Something makes the hair rise on the back of your neck, you turn to look behind you, seeing a
stranger with augmented eyes watching your every move.
ht martin
He is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes.
Martin shouts, "MEN GUARD MY ESCAPE!!!"
Martin tries to escape, but you manage to prevent him!
Typhoon twists away from Martin's attack, crouches, and fires her CA-2000X Battle Rifle into the
unprotected back of Martin's left thigh!
Martin's wounds begin gushing blood.
The back of Dustin's chest erupts in a smoking exit wound as Sarkaz's AK-97 assault rifle spews out
spent shell casings.
Sarkaz is caressed with a soft breeze as Dustin's swing misses by a mile.
Sarkaz ducks to the side as Pat swings wildly at her right forearm with the baseball bat.
to Martin No, you're mine. And I'm gonna be pegging your dumb ass all night long
Typhoon [to Martin]: No, you're mine. And I'm gonna be pegging your dumb ass all night long
Martin tries to escape, but you manage to prevent him!
ht martin
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from his wounds.
aim for throat
You begin aiming for the throat.
Typhoon cooly takes aim as Martin rushes forward. The muzzle smoke clears a microsecond later to
reveal Martin twitching and clutching at his throat.
The CA-2000X Battle Rifle blast shreds Martin's head into a rapidly expanding cloud of flesh, blood,
and formless gore!
Martin slumps down in a crumpled mass of flesh -- dead!
Dustin screams in agony as Sarkaz's AK-97 assault rifle shot blasts her left forearm!
stop aiming
You are no longer aiming for the throat.
Dustin takes a wild swing at Sarkaz, her baseball bat whooshing past her chest.
Sarkaz smirks at Pat as her armor bears the brunt of Pat's baseball bat.
kill dust
Typhoon raises her CA-2000X Battle Rifle, fits the heel of the buttstock to her shoulder and sights
in on Dustin, before squeezing the trigger.
Typhoon twists away from Dustin's attack, crouches, and fires her CA-2000X Battle Rifle into the
unprotected back of Dustin's chest!
Dustin clutches desparately as her lung spills out of her chest in a rush of blood.
Sarkaz twists away from Dustin's attack, crouches, and fires her AK-97 assault rifle into the
unprotected back of Dustin's right hand!
Dustin slumps to the ground unconscious.
Pat takes a vicious swing at Sarkaz with her baseball bat, but she leaps backwards in the nick of
time.
kill dust
You leave yourself defenseless as you attempt to execute a coup de grace on Dustin.
Typhoon puts the barrel of her CA-2000X Battle Rifle at Dustin's head and pulls the trigger,
splattering her brains on the ground with a deafening blast.
Dustin's body twitches as the unfortunate soul expires.
kill at
I don't understand that.
Try this instead: kill
kill pat
Typhoon raises her CA-2000X Battle Rifle, fits the heel of the buttstock to her shoulder and sights
in on Pat, before squeezing the trigger.
The back of Pat's chest erupts in a smoking exit wound as Typhoon's CA-2000X Battle Rifle spews out
spent shell casings.
Pat ducks for cover as Sarkaz fires a shot from her AK-97 assault rifle.
laugh
Pat takes a vicious swing at Sarkaz with her baseball bat, but she leaps backwards in the nick of
time.
You laugh.
Typhoon cooly takes aim as Pat rushes forward. The muzzle smoke clears a microsecond later to reveal
Pat twitching and clutching at her chest.
You eject a spent empty 7.62mm rifle magazine from your CA-2000X Battle Rifle.
Pat screams in agony as Sarkaz's AK-97 assault rifle shot blasts her chest!
Pat's swing sails high past Sarkaz.
reload quill with rig
You load your CA-2000X Battle Rifle with your 7.62mm rifle magazine.
ht pat
She is barely conscious, mangled and bloody.
aim for throat
You begin aiming for the throat.
-m martin
You can't concentrate enough to send mail while you're in combat!
[-] *Vlad* [Russian]: Status?
-w Vlad Over
[-] Write: 'Over' sent to user Vlad in English.
A violent explosion of flesh and blood erupt as a slug from Typhoon's CA-2000X Battle Rifle tears
into Pat's throat, exiting through the other side.
Pat's flesh erupts into a tangle of blood and head fragments, which splatter in all directions.
Pat slumps down in a crumpled mass of flesh -- dead!
stop aiming
You are no longer aiming for the throat.
Sarkaz ejects a 7.62mm rifle magazine from her AK-97 assault rifle.
A hovercraft whizzes softly past in a rush of steam.
Sarkaz loads her AK-97 assault rifle with her 7.62mm rifle magazine
Vlad's voice takes you by surprise as you notice him for the first time.
Vlad says, "(in Russian) Damn."
Vlad says, "I always miss the good stuff."
Me, Grimlock say,
!!! I want it noted for the record that I did not get !!!
!!! off the command to shout, "WHO GAVE THESE !!!
!!! BITCHES CANNONS!?" !!!
Me, Grimlock say,
!!! I'm not Shakespeare, but I like to animate the !!!
!!! background now and then. !!!
PAGE->Grimlock = You're the Wouldiwas Shookspeared of my heart.
As a note afterwards, love the work you admins do to make this place great.
Jerks own this city
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