Crashed - CYBERPUNK RELOADED - ENG
Titolo: White Tablecloth
Ruolo: Runner
Safety: Mental disorder
Teaser
I'm in a sandbox. I am the MC and the rest of the fucking NPCs. I'm not interested in improving shit: if the world burns I want to be in the gallery of honor to enjoy my gyoza that I stole from another extra. I love seeing things die. From a good safe distance. And what better than mutuwa? Too bad they're NPCs too... I want to see this planet split in two, I want to see people killing each other on the street to fight for ideals they don't even know exist. COME ON ENTERTAIN ME.
Choom, those are the ones that give me the creeps when they walk by in their funereal masks. They have this thing about death. “It’s a level,” they say. “Memento mori,” they whisper. But I’ll tell you, it’s all bullshit, eventually they come back from the dead just like the rest of us do if someone blows their brains out, a bit hypocritical don’t you think? Life and death in a roll of the dice. Of course without their juggernaut you wouldn’t go into cyberspace – so wink at them, pretend to believe their bullshit, and everything will be fine. Kind of.
Experience: Introspective experience characterized by human relationship with death and its facets and the realization of a higher purpose. Suitable for those who want a strongly intimate game while maintaining a good dose of action. Remember, “a dangerous mission makes us feel alive.” The group has a strong component of ethnic inspiration drawn from vodoo and Aztec culture.