For some reason, there are now two threads about this... well, from now on, this is the official thread.
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A star-filled sky. A bustling, thriving city that looks attractive- from afar, at least. Next to it, one of the few parks left environmentalists have been able to keep green and unbuilt. During the day, the park is a popular destination for attractions and outings. At night, it provides a home and firewood for the homeless, a den for the lawless, and a place away from prying eyes. A tenuous network of power relationships and bribery usually keeps things quiet and the police off of everyone's backs, and most nights are relatively quiet, save for the odd gang war or raid. Not tonight. Tonight's events will change this world to the core- in time. For now, as it is, everything is beggining as it so often does: with a single set of actions, commited by someone who's wishing they hadn't gotten up this morning.
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And to think, this was supposed to be your last job.
The plan was so simple. Go into the park, pick up the hidden package, get it back to Joe at the bar, get the payoff, and retire to your appartment, maybe after having consumed more than advisable amounts of alcohol. But
nooooo, the world just had to show you how much it liked to fuck with your head again.
First, you were puked on by some lowlife hobo, then you had to sneak by some row between the Cyberpanthers and the Jacks- tensions between them have been building for the last two weeks - and now,
this. Whatever
this is.
It sure doesn't look like anything you've ever seen before. It looks like something from a damn videogame, or one of those chinese cartoons. Maybe it's a secret government project, or something. But your immediate concern is the fact that is seems to have crushed Joe's package somewhere along the trail of devastation it left behind it. You're going to have a hell of a time explaining that one, assuming Joe doesn't just shoot you immediately. He's a choleric one.
To quote the wisdom of the nameless bards of the old net: What do?