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Immortality Blues (A Little corner of Little Shanghai)

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Immortality Blues (A Little corner of Little Shanghai)
I've (finally) gotten around to actually running an Eclipse Phase game - a one on one game with a BFF of mine. The character we've settled on is an old washed out Barsoomian who is in a crappy, lemon-riddled synth in a shitty apartment in the worst part of Little Shanghai. They'll do a job, any job, for credits, in the hope of eventually earning a new body. But that requires me to have a really entrenched, well sketched environment for them to slum around in. And I figured why not crowd source it? Why not give what I make to other people, so you can enjoy the filth as well! And so, I present...Immortality Blues, a bar/apartment combo and the surrounding areas. Feel free to scribble in any ideas. We can't start talking about the Blues without a little bit on her owner, one Anastasia Frinovskii. Mesh Identity of Anastasia Frinovskii ANNAGIRL: Age 32, Gender Ident: Female, Current Morph, Ruster (GSP Compliant). Likes: Homebrew alcohol, hypercapitalism, sculpture, urban exploration Dislikes: Anarchists, Extopians, Vesuvians, Barsoomians, Lunars, clankers, AGIs, Jovians and Ultimates History: Anastasia is not a nice or happy person. She lost most of her money during the Fall, lost her original morph when they evacuated her hometown, lost her wife and her son when the TITANs attacked Olympus Mons. After spending five years in crippling bondage, you'd expect her opinions on hypercapitalism to have changed somewhat. You would be wrong. To her, the time she spent as an infodenture was just how the system worked. You paid your dues, you took your chances, and you tried to win big. And Anastasia was just the kind of person who could actually scheme her way out of infodenture to getting a morph. She had the contacts, the personality and the sheer bloody minded determination to get what she wanted...a new body, and a new chance. Personality Notes: Anastasia is a bigot. If you don't buy her meme, she will cordially despise you and probably spit on you as you lay bleeding out. BUT within the context of her personal worldview, she is as consistent as Newtonian physics. And that meme is simple: Profit, contracts and deals. A deal is a deal and she will defend it to the death and beyond. But what is her 'contract'? Simple. If you pay your rent on time, you will have a room and she will never tell anyone where you are. That combination of stubbornness and confidentiality is what makes the Blues such an...eclectic place to visit. Now, what about the Blues proper? Well, the Immortality Blues began as an office building for Com-Ex. The shipping corporation moved their scant physical locations to more secure facilities at the first chance they got. For almost a decade and a half, the complex wasn't used. Parts of it were bought and turned into low-rent housing, while another quarter was demolished to make way for an overhanging tram-line. Then the remainder was "bought" by newly reinstated Anastasia. She was in a case at the time, and one day, she simply showed up and managed to talk some locals into pitching in, with a promise they'd get a cut in the profit. Their names were STANLEY XAO, LISA CHU, FONG DI, and FEDORA. Mesh Identity of Stanley Xao XAO-DOG: Age 18, Gender Ident: Bigendered, Current Morph, Case (CX-32 Walker). Likes: Poker, DDR, romance XP Dislikes: When people have to get each-other down to feel good. Why can't we all just love and be in peace? History: Stanley was born in Little Shanghai. He was eight years old when the Fall hit. Raised by a collective family, he had only one person directly related to him actually die a permanent death, everyone else was resleeved in a short order. To him, Mom Zu was a distant, perfect figure that he misses every day. But the rest of his collective spun apart in the aftermath of the Fall, and Stanley was abandoned with his sister, Fedora. They formed a nimble pick-pocketing duo, until Stanley got a wasp-knife in the heart from a seriously tee-d off mark. Fedora managed to get him a CX-32 Walker before they were approached by Anastasia. Personal Notes: Stanley likes three things. Credits (though he does not have the cognative depth to really conceptualize the metasocial construction around money), gambling (though more for the money that he can win with it) and the best and most recent romance XPs, which he carefully hides from everyone, lest they see through his tough guy/girl swagger and realize that he's actually a big softie. SECRET: Stanley may have a strain of the Watts-MacLeod wrapped up in his ego, which could be indirectly responsible for his parents all leaving him. This version of Stanley is less simple, more...eerie, unnerving and just a bit wrong. He never quite speaks properly, or with the right cadence. The only person whose ever at ease with him is his sister Fedora. But his single slight - his single very very VERY powerful slight - is his ability to slightly manipulate probability, giving him a nigh constant string of good luck. Or he could just be an odd duck with a lucky streak...END SECRET. Mesh Identity of Lisa Chu ANGEL: Age 20, Gender Ident: Female, Current Morph, Pleasure-Pod. Likes: N/A Dislikes: N/A History: Lisa Chu (if that's her real name) is paranoid. Not just slightly paranoid. No, she's REALLY paranoid. She was scared of being tracked and followed before the Fall, and then the Fall just reinforced her opinions. She does not go out without a privacy shroud, and her mesh fingerprint is as non-existent as possible. Really, she prefers to simply have come into existance three months ago as Lisa Chu, the maid for the Blues. She helped build the place when she was in her case, and once she was done putting up drywall and studiously applying privacy features, she started cleaning and tending to the rooms and the guests within them. She used Augmented Reality and creative illusion programs to handle her amorous duties until she had earned enough tips and side money to purchase a Pleasure Pod. Personal Notes: Lisa is a quite girl outside. But inside, when she's not being recorded or followed, she's actually quite gregarious and approachable. She cleans rooms and will do almost any sex act that you can imagine, so long as it's within her physical capacity. Oddly, she seems to be the only person that Anastasia treats with any measure of kindness, and there's no indication that Lisa actually believes in the tenets of hypercapitalism. The only thing she really does get passionate on is observation and transparency. This has kept her rep low and her future bleak...afterall, Little Shanghai is the least observed and recorded place in Valles-Shanghai, and it still has more cameras per square feet than 2030's London. Mesh Identity of Fong Di CHESSMASTER: Age 66, Gender Ident: Male, Current Morph, Synth (T-101 Juggernaught). Likes: Classical Itallian Opera, Old Earth History, Blackpowder Weapons. Dislikes: Rednecks History; Fong Di was an old Chinese national, back in the day. He moved onto the Red Planet due to a long forgotten political issue that he refuses to speak of, and worked as a Ranger for almost two decades. In that time, he ran into lots and lots of Rednecks and he found himself despising them...and they despised him RIGHT back. Fong Di saw them as terrorists, they saw him as a jackbooted thug, and things got tense, then things got bloody, and he had to get blackballed to save the League PR flack. But the day of his Tribunal was the day the Fall came...he slipped away rather than face charges and had settled into Little Shanghai by the time the Blues started. Personal Notes: Fong Di isn't a statist, fascist, autoarch, or any of the other things that his detractors have thrown his way. What he IS though, is serious, law abiding and dedicated to getting his job done. He has no truck for people who take what he sees as the "Fast and easy" way to change, even if it's change he might agree on. This plus his position of power got him to bump right up against the more extreme and terrorist-ish parts of the Movement. Oh, and did I mention he does not forget a grudge? Either way, he takes his job as the bar's bouncer seriously. Mesh Identity of Fedora (aka, Drusilla Xao) DRUOFNIGHT: Age 19, Gender Ident: Female, Current Morph, Ruster (GSP compliant) Likes: Drugs, Stealing, Gangster films, and freerunning Dislikes: Bad style, asceticism and bummer vibes History: Fedora - like Stanley Xao - was born and raised by a collective. Like Stanley she vaguely remembered Mom Zu as a dim and distant light. Unlike Stanley, she managed to avoid getting stabbed during their pickpocket days. And unlike Stanley, she takes to talking like a fish takes to water, and her distinctive dress and style of talking has made her one of the more popular lifebloggers and freerunners in Little Shanghai. She regularly comes in at fourth, except for The Totally Bad Race of AF8 (her name), where the two people ahead of her rammed into eachother and she managed to scrag second place. Personal Notes: Fedora. Loves. Gangsters. Not the Triad goons or Yakuza thugs or Nine-Lives assweeds or the Uplift gang down the street. Actual Gangsters. 1920s Gangsters from Chicago and the old American hayday of organized crime. She talks like them and she keeps a faithfully recreated Thompson submachine gun for recreating her favorite scenes from her favorite films for the various customers of the Immortality Blues. Course, her Tommy Gun isn't totally faithful...for one thing, it's capable of punching through even modern armor if she lays out enough firepower. That, plus her eye for trouble, cements her spot as bouncer number two. So, we have the people. Anastasia owns the place - collects rent from the customers and serves drinks during the afternoon to midnight crowd. Stanley is the backup bartender, who works for the midday shift to the afternoon shift. He also handles the game table during nights. Fong and Fedora are the bouncers. Fong tends to be the quite one who does not do much unless they really need the muscle, while Fedora is the one who chats up the customers. She also serves as entertainment and the "clincher" in the Immortality Blue's specific design ethos. And last, but far from least, Lisa provides cleaning service (very necessary, specially considering the amount of crud in Little Shanghai's atmosphere) and any sexual needs of the people visiting. But what about the bar itself? Well, the upper two stories are flats. They're tiny pod-rooms, barely five paces by five paces square, with beds that slide into the wall, grungy windows, and shower cubes that also fold into the wall. The place fits about 20 people in total, and has two fire escapes, an elevator and a stairwell inside. Downstairs is one big bar, with a small dance floor, stools at the bar proper, and tables that can seat four each. But here's the catch: The whole place is gussied up to look like a fancy dining joint from the 1920s. It was Fedora's idea, when Anastasia recruited her. Anastasia was just going to make a drinking hole and charge people to live in the cubicals upstairs. But with some extra capitol investment (that's why both Stanley, Lisa and Fong have less than high quality morphs), they managed to turn it from just any old hole into something with a measure of class. Sure, it's class that's almost two centuries old by this point, but better that than nothing. There are major cracks in the illusion, though. Once you head upstairs, the carpeting vanishes, the walls became hard metal, and the air filtration system wheezes and groans. The beds are hard and the shower water is slightly off color. The only fabber is hidden under the countertop and is permanently near the end of it's rope. But despite that, Immortality Blues has it's charms, and it's advantages. And more than that...it's the epicenter of one of the most interesting neighborhoods in one of the biggest slums in the solar system. So, if you want to use the Blues, feel free. Stay tuned for more updates, including... Ezra's Eight, the deadly gang of uplifts genehackers - lead by the mysterious Swims-Through-Darkness. Technical Knock, a pawn shop with a deadly history. The overhanging tramway, and the most Dangerous Game. And last but not least, the adventure I'm designing around this setting...The Case of the Borrowed Ruster. Stolen body, dangerous secret weapons, Barsoomian terrorist cells, and invisible assassins, all in the dangerous streets of Little Shanghai!
Re-Laborat Re-Laborat's picture
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This. I enjoyed this. And I might use it, although it's not where I thought you were going from the introductory paragraph.
Zoombie Zoombie's picture
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Well, "shitty" by Eclipse Phase terms. Most of the glitz is illusory, and I'm thinking AR glitz is considered gauche and lower class by most.
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I was visualizing at first something along the lines of favelas meet [i]Blade Runner[/i] and then suddenly got confronted with Chicago gangland. It wasn't so much the degree of shitty as the whole sudden genre' twist. It's a fun genre' twist! Just not where my head jumped to at first mention.
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Sorry! Now, for the gang down the street. So, Immortality Blues sits in the middle of a souk that's made up of old office complexes. Over the years, they've thrown walkways between buildings, tents and shanties have been set up out in-front of places, and you've got people selling and buying and trading in everything you can imagine. However, two blocks away, you move into an even more chaotic area dominated by Ezra's Eight, whose base is a refurbished warehouse called The Reef. But first, lets talk about Ezra's Eight. Ezra's Eight is a gang, about 14-16 strong, made up almost entirely of Uplifts that have managed to slip away from their hypercorp masters and set up shop. Their unique talents are all what let them get away, and their unique talents are what make them so useful for a gang like Ezra's. They almost all have some skill in gene-hacking, and the they're better than most when it comes to breaking DRM, with a faliure rate of only 62%. That's 10% lower than the Les Goules (who focus more on shipping bodies than fixing them, really) and leagues cheaper than buying it off the normal market. But that's not all the Eight deal with. They've managed to open up a minor smuggling route to the B, and they enjoy a nice protection racket with everyone they can bully properly...but still, their primary income comes from genehacking and genefixing. GSP removal, black market biomods, a bigger dick, whatever you want. But most of their growth and strength can be traced back to three people and their specific skills: SWIMMING-THROUGH-DARKNESS, BIG JIM and SQUEAK. Mesh Identity of Swimming-Through-Darkness DarknessDreaming: Age 15, Gender Ident: Male, Current Morph, Octomorph (GSP -hacked-). Likes: Ink-spray art, secrets, pleasure-pods Dislikes: Loud noise, uniform colors, Soma-Tek History: Swimming-Through-Darkness was an experiment, born from a minor hypercorp's attempt to harness the natural predatory instinct of an octopi to make a better spy. They used cognitive enhancers and VR-enhanced learning at accelerated speeds. Swimming grew up fast and grew up dumb. The project was canned and Swimming was readied to be put down and recycled, his existence one big secret. Then he strangled one of the researchers, hacked his way out of the security systems using an intellect that he had hidden deep and well, and ran like the wind. Soma-Tek still hunts for him, wanting his head (or the closest thing an octopus HAS to a head)...but so far, he's managed to lay low and consolidate his power, through an impressive network of favors, secrets, and lies. Personal Notes: Swimming is alien. More alien than most uplifted octopii, he thinks deeply and makes connections that normal transhuman minds don't normally leap too. This makes him odd and somewhat disturbing to speak too. But more than that, he will dig into your past (usually through discreet mesh tailing) until he knows every single thing about you, then use it to his best ability. His favorite weapons are blackmail, threats and being downright unpredictable. The most important thing, though, is NOT to underestimate him. He downplays this, but two of his eight tentacles are cyberlimbs, carefully masked and packed with claws loaded with a very nasty nanotoxin that loves to eat neurons... Mesh Identity of Big Jim DarknessDreaming: Age 24, Gender Ident: Male, Current Morph, Neo-Gorilla (GSP -hacked-). Likes: Classical rap, freerunning, gunbunnies Dislikes: New rap, weeboo otaku motherfuckers who bring katana's to a gunfight, dolphins History: Big Jim, like the rest of Ezra's Eight, is an escaped uplift. Unlike the rest, he didn't escape because of his own personal skills (which isn't to say he has none) or anything. No, he escaped because one of his handlers was actually a Firewall sentinel, who had been quietly feeding the Org information over the past few years. When hir got the order to sabotage some dangerous research on the effects of the Exurgance Virus on uplifts, hir decided to kill two birds with one stone and rigged the explosives to not just vaporize the hotlab but also free the uplifts. Big Jim didn't need to get told twice and immediately made a harrowing two hundred mile trek through the outback with a half broken suit, two ration bars and a water filtration system that was on it's last legs across the Martian outback. Helped by Sufis and guided by Barsoomians, he came to Little Shanghai to make his future. Personal Notes: Big Jim is easily the most "transhuman norm" of the Ezra Eight. He takes no shit, but he's kind to those he thinks deserves it. That does not keep him from being a holy terror in a fight. He can lob grenades ungodly far and with unerring accuracy, has a nasty habit of ripping people's arms off and beating them to death with them, and has been gifted a sleek and effective killing machine that he calls Shira, which he uses to great effect when they need to put down some punks. Mesh Identity of Squeak DarknessDreaming: Age 18, Gender Ident: Male, Current Morph, Ruster (GSP -hacked-). Likes: Dislikes: History: Squeak never worked right. He had been birthed in a black market exchange by two dolphin uplifts that loved one another very much. Unfortunately, something went...wrong with the gene-fixes. Something deep inside Squeak's head is not right. Or, as he sees it, something went VERY right. Squeak's parents first realized something was wrong when Squeak told them - quite proudly - that he had made a girl 'show her belly'. Concerned, they tracked this down and (to their horror) they found that their son had half drowned another dolphin female and raped her. Before they could turn him in to the authorities on Atlantica, Squeak fled. He bribed the ego-casting center and zipped off to Mars, where he sleeved into a case, knocked out a poor Ruster nobody, then dragged the morph to Ezra's Eight. Swimmer-Through-Darkness was impressed and resleeved Squeak into the Ruster, giving him some choice biomods to make him an even more effective tool. Personal Notes: Squeak is a dolphin purist with a dark, flinty edge to him. The betrayal of his parents (that's how he sees it) wore away his natural pod-instincts to share and be one with a community and given him a persecution complex, while his normal sexual impulses are...brutal. He will threaten, beat, and rape women that he takes a fancy too. So far, Swimming has kept him appeased by hiring some of the more desperate whores to act out Squeak's fantasies, but part of him hates the fakeness of it. Swimmer knows about the rapes, but has kept quite...for now. Squeak is too effective in close combat and as an intimidation tool to do away with...just yet. With Swimmer's secrets, Big Jim's muscle, and Squeak's sheer cold blooded psychopathic 'scare-the-fucking-shit-out-of-you' abilities, Ezra's Eight have solidifed their hold in the local area. This has brought them into conflict with Anastasia and her crew more than once, even if Big Jim likes and respects Fedora and Fong Di. The big source of antagonization is Squeak, who has been stalking Fedora for the past few months. They haven't come to a head...yet. As for the rest of the Eight, they're a mix of neo-primates, octomorphs and resleeved dolphin and killer whales with a criminal bent. There are no neo-neanderthals, hyper-gibbons, or neo- bonobos in the gang. The Reef itself is made up of two places. The front is a flimsy virtual bar which serves mostly narcoalgoryhtms to the clientele of cases and other synths, with a connected back room where Swimmer reclines in his large vat of glimmering pool water. Guarded by Big Jim and one of the other neo-gorillas, Swimmer prefers to meet any customers here, as the room is designed to be his perfect fighting ground: Lots of areas to climb, drop from the ceiling, and the pool itself (which has several very narrow tubes to escape through). If a customer agrees on a price and job, then they're taken into the unfurbished and undecorated back, where a healing vat sits, with genehacking equipment around it and a few old fashioned surgical tables, which are usually splattered with blood. Out back, there is a recycling system and an old buggy engine block that's been heavily dented. Unknown to most, Squeak or Big Jim are given stacks they need to discard and get to use the sledge hammer back here on it, using the engine block as their "anvil". The gang mostly sleep in old cargo containers stored in the warehouse (which are arranged in a poorly lit maze, with only the gang having the entropics to guide themselves through it with ease), with each converted to a room that suits their fancy. Squeaks' has his collection of knives, Big Jim holds his favorite guns and faithfully recreated records of Eminem, Tupac and other classical rap performers. Ezra's Eight are a great way to provide vital services (healing, biomods, an unloading place for biomorphs, GPS hacking, and so on) while staying menacing and CREEPY AS HELL. Big Jim is scary, and he's the nicest of the bunch. Any uplifts that don't share the gang's mecurial position will be treated even more coldly than just a regular transhuman customer, if only because they'll be seen a "race traitors' in the most literal way. They're also great for plot involving the criminal element. And, heck, getting between Squeak and Fedora could earn the players a nasty psychotic dolphin on their case. (As a side note, I've wanted to write a villainous dolphin character for a while. They look so cute, but they're actually fucking EVIL in nature...)
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If you want him, here is a Little Shanghai character: Walter Yee, "Mr Maker" Mesh identity: Shāngshì88 Age: 45 Gender Ident: Male Current Morph: Ruster (Elysian Biotech Liming 1.1) Likes: Peace and quiet, spaghetti and other Italian food, the KarmaCloud soap opera. Dislikes: Infomorphs and AGI, loud and rude people, reptiles. History: Walter was a low-level manager in Ovation, a major recruitment corp. Life was good if somewhat uninspiring, and managing the internal coursework processes looked like a good job for the future. Then the Fall came and overnight Ovation just disappeared - the on-line nervous system of it wiped in a software attack, legal obligations hanging and nobody knew anybody responsible for anything. Worse, compared to the infugees flooding into the market Walter was pretty uncompetitive - they had the latest skills from Earth, they could be snared in indenture contracts, and Walter was just a washed up paperpusher. He found himself jobless and adrift. Then he came across a friend who hacked fabbers. Managing a fabber-shop was hardly the best job, but Walter has gradually found that it gives him some measure of comfort. Walter's store, Yúmǐzhīxiāng (Land of Plenty) is a typical franchise fabber-shop: a mixture of traditional corner store and print shop. Customers pay to use the slightly grimy cornucopia machine and food fabbers, maybe pay for one of the many colourful one-use blueprints that hang around the walls (everything from candy and knick-knacks to that prestige butlerbot Walter will never ever have a chance to sell). In the back is a recycling centre where he buys up useful junk to convert. The real income is from the hidden red-market fabber he has in his flat on top of the store. While not completely open it can print plenty of unlicensed or illegal products he then sells under the counter (or more properly, in the connecting hallway to the recycling centre - the franchise monitors the front and back). Of course, he needs security, so he is being 'helped' by the local gang. Walter does not like them much, but as long as he prints the drugs or weapon parts they need and allows one or two to loiter in the store he is safe. One of the problems he has is getting the rarer ingredients for his less-than-legal fabbing. He has an ongoing deal with the local dustlarks, street children who make money (or more commonly, toys, food and drugs) from recycling useful stuff (that is, anything not pinned down). They are on the lookout for what he need, but he often finds that in order to make that railgun he better deliver before Tuesday he really need to ask somebody reliable to seek out and bring him something with plenty of osmium. Personal notes: Walter is a quiet, introvert character who would love to go through life without problems or annoyances. Sadly the universe disagrees, and he feels mildly disappointed about it. Being Mr Maker gives him some importance in the local community which he appreciates, but it also makes him even more nervous about how precarious his position is.
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Ace :D
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"Dr" Augustin Hortalez Augustin is the neighbourhood morph fixer. Somewhere in between a mechanic and doctor, he patches broken morphs, bots and other equipment. His engineering approach is very much about the ingenious application of duct tape and unexpected replacement parts patched in with little concern for aesthetics. Repair spray is not cheap, and printing proper spare parts is even more expensive (and may bring the attention of "Them"). His workshop is a jumble of more or less broken up equipment, from irreparably crashed cases to the hydraulics of a building morph to jars filled with odd electronics and servos. He is himself almost as jumbled: his morph is covered with pockets, extensions and asymmetrical additions. His nanodreadlocks are convenient storage place for small components and cables, the rows of fake LEDs on his side can provide light, and his third arm has more tools than many workshops. Augustin came to Mars as an infugee and got indentured to JNCF, an engineering firm. He quickly realized that he hated the job, having to follow orders and the whole structure he was caught in. So he escaped. Understanding that his biomorph was likely totally under enemy control he modified a scrap synth in his workshop, got it to rip out his stack and escaped into the New Shanghai night. Unless his other story is true, that he already had a synthmorph back on Earth and rode to Mars on the outside hull of a refugee transport, singing chansons for mankind in the solar wind. Or the possibility that he is actually a beta fork of the great inventor Cindy Bravado, currently in the clutches of Nimbus and with him as her only hope... If nothing else, being repaired by Augustin means getting some good stories. Augustin is always on the lookout for interesting junk that can be re-purposed. Nanofacturing is cheating and forces everything to boring sameness. When he velds together a broken case with some homebuilt processors and a serving tray to make a barbot, then he creates something with history and character. The individual objects and their voices are respected and given a new lease on life. Personal notes: The thing about the escape from JNCF might almost be true. Augustin suspects that he has a few forks out there, and not all of them would be on his side if he met them. He has a recurring worry that he might indeed be an incomplete version of somebody else. The best way of avoiding such nasty thoughts is to work hard, get drunk on synthehol software and keep a low profile. He also doesn't mention that components and devices speak to him, and that he knows he will die in New Pittsburgh. Mesh Identity:Barzun Age: 29 Gender Ident: Mostly male Current Morph: heavily modded synth Likes: Taking things apart, putting things together, uniqueness Dislikes: Hypercapitalism, "style over substance", spoilers (he hates when anybody mentions anything about a story that he has not yet experienced, even if it is one he will never ever try)
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Love it, Love it! I should make a map at some point, but my skills at mapping are at a -10, frankly.
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I've been writing the setting for a huge cyberpunk campaign in Valles- New Shanghai, and I was going to draw up a map. But school started, I don't know when I'll have time for it.