edited and posted. 

just got back in. I'll re-read the post, edit then post that I did the post

Awesome job Metal Cee!

Okay, will do

@Tann - I hope that answers your questions and where to find it

@ Keeper - If you blow your roll, no worries pay your CC fee and Brom should make it happen

@ CTP - Keep reading what I sent and if you need help discord me anytime and I'll go into more details.

@ nomad - Fear not.. you can't always see what Old Charlie has in the works but this is the digital age and you wouldn't see his attempts till later

@ Brom - Looks like the chips are already falling. I'm going to nominate myself to get the team back on track, fed, and start a new mission and or Find Vegas if that is what everyone wants to do. As you already know I'm willing to hire Ms cipher and or add to lessen the Cybernet work or have a dedicated wardriver with a metal Cee and if Mr. Fixer stays and mechanic to boot for a crew. If other people's role fails, I'll let them spend the CC and deal with the blossom's wrath later

Can you say repos, auto dismantlers, and chop shop for some quick credits?. 

CP2020 Sourcebook is always a good place to start for your reading selection. 

Pg: 04 The rules in cyberpunk

1. Style over Substance


2. Attitude is everything


3. Always take it to the edge


4. Break the rules

1) Style over Substance

It doesn't matter how well you do something, as long as you look good doing it. If you're going to blow it, make sure you look like you planned it that way. Normally, clothes and looks don't matter in an adventure- in this world, having a leather armor jacket and mirrorshades is a serious consideration.

2) Attitude Is Everything It's truth. Think dangerous; be dangerous. Think weak; be weak. Remember, everyone in the 2000s is carrying lots of lethal hardware and high-tech enhancements. They won't be impressed By your new H&K smart gun unless you swagger into the club looking like you know how to use it- and are just itching for an excuse.  

Never walk into a room when you can stride in. Never look at someone unless you can make it your best "killer" look. Use your best "I'm bad and you aren't." smile. Don't sit around the flat or cube waiting for the next job. Get on out and hit the clubs and hangouts. Make sure you're where the party starts.

3} Live on the Edge

The Edge is that nebulous zone where risk-takers and high riders go. On the Edge, you'll risk your cash, your rep, even your life on something as vague as a principle or a big score. As a cyberpunk, you want to be the action, start the rebellion, light the fire. Join great causes and fight for big issues. Never drive slow when you can drive fast. Throw yourself up against danger and take it head-on. Never play it too safe. Stay committed to the Edge.

ROLES: The Core of CYBERPUNK

Role-playing The world of Cyberpunk is a combination of savage, sophisticated, modern and retrograde. Fashion-model beautiful Techies rub shoulders with battle armored road warriors,

all of them making the scene in the hottest dance clubs, sleaziest bars and meanest streets

this side of the Postholocaust. Each character in this world is playing a Role-a face that person projects to the outside world as the real thing. 

There are 9 Roles in Cyberpunk: 

Rockerboys, Solos, Netrunners, Corporates, Techies, Cops, Fixers, Medias, and

Nomads. 

As a Cyberpunk player, you must select one role for your character.

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Special Abilities are skills usable only by specific character Roles; for example, Rockerboys have the Special Ability of Charismatic Leadership, which represents the vast amount of power they have over their legions of fans. When using a Special Ability, you will add it's value to the specific stat as if it were a skill.

Rockerboy Special Ability: Charismatic Leadership. This skill allows the Rocker to sway crowds equal to his ability level squared, times 200.

Solo Special Ability: Combat Sense. Added to all Initiative and Awareness checks, this makes the Solo the fastest reacting person in a situation.

Netrunner Special Ability: Interface. This Skill reflects the Netrunner's ability to manipulate Interface programs, and is the skill used when operating Menu functions such as Locate  Remote, Run Software, Control Remote, LDL Link, Load, Create and Delete. 

Other players can enter the Net, but can't use the menu. 

Tech Special Ability: Jury Rig. 

This general repair skill allows the Techie to temporarily repair or alter anything for 1D6 turns per level of skill.

Medtech Special Ability: Medical Tech.

This is the skill used to perform major surgery and medical repairs.

Media Special Ability: Credibility. The ability to have people believe what you are saying while in your on-air persona.

Cop Special Ability: Authority. The ability to intimidate or control others through your position as a lawman. 

Corporate Special Ability: Resources. This represents the Corporate's ability to command corporation resources. It is used as a persuasion skill, based on the scale of resources requested.

Fixer Special Ability: Street deal. The ability to locate people, information, etc. This is a higher form of making a connection (Lifepath, pg. 27); instead of knowing only one person, you have connections everywhere. In gameplay, a successful use of Street deal allows you to locate and acquire a desired person, place, or thing.

Nomad Special Ability: Family. This allows the Nomad to call in as many Family members to aid him as his current Family Ability level x 2.

For Tann- 

SOLOs

HIRED ASSASSINS, BODYGUARDS, KILLERS, SOLDIERS

You were reborn with a gun in your hand-the flesh and blood hand, not the metallic weapons factory that covers most of your other arm. Whether as a freelance guard and killer for- hire, or as one of the Corporatecybersoldiers that enforce business deals and the Company's "black operations", you're one of the elite fighting machines of the Cyberpunk world.  Most Solos have put in military time, either in a Corporate army or in one of the Government's continual "police actions" around the world. As the battle damage piles up, you start to rely more and more upon hardware-cyber limbs for weapons and armor, bio-program chips to increase your reflexes and awareness, combat drugs to give you that edge over your opponents. When you're the best of the best, you might even leave the ranks of Corporate samurai and go ronin freelancing your lethal talents as the killer, bodyguard or enforcer to whoever can pay your very high fees. Sounds good? There's a price-a heavy one. 

You've lost so much of your original meat body that you're almost a machine. Your killing reflexes are so jacked up that you have to restrain yourself from going beserk at any moment. Years of combat drugs taken to keep the edge have given you terrifying addictions. You can't trust anyone-your mother, your friends, your lovers-no one. One night you sleep in a penthouse condo in the City-the next in a filthy alley on the Street. But that's the price of being the best. And you're willing to pay it. Because you're a Solo.

I still enjoy the rolling stones to this very day... and I thank you

that is the music format Hammer?

Classic rock, Southern-fried Rock, Hard rock, soft rock?

If any comes to the cemetery, let me know!. 

Lantern Hill I frequent either day or night, for everything that is in the darkness shall come into the light....

The Fens

2304 hours

Hotel Baltimore aka hot_L Baltimore ( Neon sign still doesn't work)

Ellie May Harrington sits by her window and watches progress pass her by as she waits for the taxi to take her to the worst hospital in the city, county general. But she has a new faith and that is to give an offering to this devil, for she wants to live and live, she must pay the devil his due. Now Ms. Harrington after she widowed by her third husband from the longshoreman unions. She was forced to move to this new hell hole. Ms. Harrington is a good devout Christian woman to point, the point was... She wanted to live a bit longer. 

They say God has a plan, but Cancer changed that plan and in a horrible way. The taxi came to take her, she gathered her things and locked the door behind her, her bag was heavy, so the driver took it for her. 

A skull-shaped radio spilled out and the driver picked it up. “ Ms Harrington, is this yours?” He asked. Ms. Harrington laughed “No child, that just my grandbabies radio, cute isn’t it?”. She replied, “you know that that say that that devil thing, listens and can talk through the radio and that is how he comes, he speaks through these radios, did you want me to dispose of it?” “child I have the armor of God, I fear nothing, I’ll handle my grandbaby later but I will not throw her things away, she will take the trash out herself, child” Mused Ms. Harriongton. 

The ride was quick, the staff unseen as the hospital is overworked and understaffed. She checked herself in and waited patiently till it was her turn, then taken to triage, then back to the waiting room, till a bed opened up for her. 

Hours had passed and she was getting eager to go to bed. The room was bland and the service wasn’t the best but it was all that people had. It was a shared room two in one room. The nurse closed the blinds for her, reminded her that she could eat but she could drink and in the morning have ice chips before surgery. She laid her things out and the sugar skull radio that was turned to KDAY ( home to old school hip-hop and Latino rap stars ) The night vocals was Kevin James aka the quiet storm, he played love ballads and late-night request to the incarcerated across the river. Funny how the correction facility ending near The Fens, was it to remind the insidious populace their fates?. 

Ms. Harrington read her bible for a bit before turning on the sugar skull to a different station, it was static, faint but people say they can sometimes hear the voices of their loved ones if you listened carefully. Ms Harrigton lost her only son just a few days ago and his body lay downstairs in the morgue till the country will take the body o be laid to rest. 

She took a cigar, lit the cigar and laid it near the window so the nurse, if she bothered, to give reason to intrude in the room. Next was the devil’s own brew called “ Crown royal” they say “It “ favors this drink and would surely come. Finally, a freshly dead whole and complete chicken. 

She lit candles around the room, her roommate was fast asleep by now as Ms. Harrington carried these tasks about. Finally several recent photos of her only son. The candles flickered and danced with the devil’s flame. She could feel something was near but she was too scared to turn around. 

“ Are you real?” She asked 

The Cuban cigar’s smoke evolved here from the back “ I exist “ It spoke, she could hear it gulp down the alcohol and place the glass down, again the smoke evolves her.

“ They say... “ 

“ I know why you grieve widow, I can feel your pain from the Otherside” 

She began to cry... 

“ No time to cry” It spoke and she felt like she was more in control of her emotions or was ..it controlling her emotions?

She couldn’t be sure. “ I miss them both so much” 

“Are you ready?”

“ Take me” She turned to see it's neon blue eyes, skeletal face of something long dead, and as she began to gasp.

She could see nothing, IT was gone. But wait something was different, she could feel...she picked up the cigar and placed it in her mouth from the floor, but she couldn’t stop. Her body didn’t obey her, it was like she was a back seat driver. “ Relax, I just need to do a few things “ It spoke to her mentally.

“You can hear me?”

“ No yells, rule number 6..” it spoke mentally. She was quiet and watched both in horror and awe as when she passed the mirror she saw it but..how?.  It turned to open the curtain of the other roommate. “Thank you, Vessel” it spoke to the sleeping Hispanic woman with a radio and earplugs connected to her, and IT admired the statue of itself for a bit. The creature moved to pick up the phone and dialed a number. “What are you doing?” She asked “ Body jacking, now... be quiet, do distract me and I’ll reward you later” .. but.but... She started as it spoke these words “ Do you want me to leave?. Because I can and I will, your body, my rules, you dig?” she remained silent and just watched. The creature used the phone, rang a number then hung up. Within less than 10 minutes two Hispanic women and a black man entered the room. The two women started to him a song and hold hands, the black man held the animal’s cages, took one chicken out that appeared to be drugged into submission. 

“Where did you put the ring?” ohh. Ohh, it's in my  “Got it” it spoke placed the ring in its acquired new hand. “ Klatu, barata, nicto!”. The lights in the hospital dimmed as like in a brownout and the chicken disappeared. 

Donelle jr was watching T.V. when several masked men force their way into Ms. Harrington’s Apt but how can this be?... it was like watching a movie, The creature could stop, back up and rewind portion of the events. The others ( The faithful ) could interact with the movie, touch things, look, and pick up. But a woman dropped something and it all went away, everyone was back in the hospital room “I have enough to punish those that prey on the weak”  “ Pappi, forgive me, I was the one that sinned against you”. The creature was irritated but  “ You did you best, faithful one” 

The faithful ones escorted by wheelchair Ms. Harrington to the morgue without any incidents along the way. In the morgue and naked body on a cold slab was pulled out of the box. “ Wake up and speak !” 

The body of the dead son replied and spoke to an almost crying woman, she could move again, the creature was gone. 

“ Mom?”

Many questions were asked, exchanged and the awkwardness of the dead pulling the sheet to stay modest in front of his mother. 

“Its time...” It spoke from the dark corner of the room. “Who is that?” the dead asked “I gave you life...to talk, to speak again, your mother misses you and you were taken before your time” 

“ No...I’m dead,” the body asked, “ But why?”

“Boss...time” The older black man attending pointed to his watch. 

“Time to go back to sleep” IT spoke. 

“ No, I want to be with my baby, please” She pleaded

“ No, mom!’ 

“ It is done” It spoke

Darkness....envelope them all

Two weeks later on the Costa Rico island, mother and son were reunited and living a healthy life under new assumed names. 

posted!

A new mural of candyman has appeared in a high crime area inside the ghetto where the police let the inhabitants control and police themselves, Bloods, Crips and BGF ( Black gorilla family operate in these areas. But something has changed, someone is trying to summon the Candyman but that is just stories that frighten the kids to behave. Old black folk talk about Candyman as far back and the very early 1900s and its documented but Elvis and ufo are too so who really knows. 

Where Crawford and Crippen st cross, on the side of the old 5 and dime story is a giant mural dedicated to Candyman. It just appeared overnight, no one saw anything but that isn't the strangest part. Two youths that were 11 and 14 seemed to age overnight, the two went to sleep in the morning after staying up and out late at night on a school night and woke up as old men. 

you can't make these things up... The two boys when physically aged to the age of someone in the age of their 70s. So why is this important in this story?. The two boys that night vandalized an old folks home, broke in and took things to sell. The former teens confessed to the crime and wish to mend their ways to hopefully be restored, they were told in a dream to suffer from the sins of their crimes against the elderly, they were to do community service till the elderly forgave them. 

Well so much for old wives tales eh?. 

In other news of a "browner" side was immigrants sleeping in the field break new harvest record in the county, They say it was their faith in "the scarecrow" that protects their field that they harvest during the day and nights. Crime and sexual abuse among the immigrants has taken a very sharp decline in the past year after members of a new death cult worship this false god called "scarecrow". Stories that sometimes a scarecrow will jump down from the perch and walk the fields as the believers sleep in place as they haven't during the hot summer times or sleep in the daylight under tents. 

Eol, you should have the link to the folder that I made for you and your character (M&M 3rd edition). The pdf labeled "Candyman" is your PL8 super neutral? type aka Candyman / Scarecrow

Character in the works!!!

Sam in mnm 3rd

Code Names: Dreamer

Blacks: Candyman

Hispanic: espantapájaros (Scarecrow"

Real Name: Forgotten?

Nicknames: Whisper of impossible secrets

Identity: Very Secret

Occupation: Lich 

Gender: Male

Age: 999?

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 235 lbs.

Eye Colour: Black, Blue if sadness or sorrow, Red if excited, angry, aroused?

Hair Colour: Bald

Known Relatives: 

• NONE

Base of Operations: The Grotto 

Know powers or effects: 

Talking to the dead

Dream powers

Healing

heightened senses

creates food and drink

 Psychometry ( touching objects reveal the past )

strange effects when phenomenons happen:

Animals ( goats, dogs, cats ) disappear, have no blood in them, or just a husk ( shell ) is left when "IT" is near.

Followers call themselves "Deadites" Envolke "it" by playing music through a radio, drink, smoking, snakes, and ask "it" for: protection, blessing a child, removing a nightmare, to communicate with the dead, etc. 

Deadites both female and male dress as zombies or skeletons, priestess wear all white and perform rituals, male attendees will act as guards, Brother Deacons, holders of the sacrificial animals and other lessor functions. 

Images:

Remote access site ( sealed )

Candyman mural

In thy flesh?

inside his abode, above the ground

Want a ride to dreamland? 

The Train is called " Hellinger the Resurrected"

Hispanics see "it as

Blacks see "it" as.....

Eol, sent you a DM/PM thingy

PDF files in 8 hours or so

Thank you for the warm welcome

*golf clap

When Brom points us in the right direction I'm sure that it will give all of us a chance to dive in. 

“Well as for your etiquette and form, Charlie, they sure as f*** did not help you negotiate a goddamn thing at the exchange, now did they. Also as for your thinking, that your high and mighty enough, to walk away from this endeavor without a scratch, pretty sure Sec-Man won’t give a s*** who you are or what you do, as he puts a bullet through your brain. After all he made it pretty clear he is after all of us as payment for his dead soldiers.”

" If you didn't interfere as you did, it would have gone better, but that is beside the point. If you don't want my help they why did me for my input. you do realize that other people have different opinions on things and just because you don't like the result doesn't mean that you should verbally strikeout. I understand that your frustrated but it wasn't myself that did this. I can and joined after the fact. 

OOC - company etiquette, turn to pg 30 in the Wildside Fixer ( Netogiations ) yes, its bad form to shoot the "go-between as they are called"

"Sounds like a plan, let's get it started then" Charlie says

Dude, are you serious?

Are you offering me in a start role as a 70's villain that can get defeated, break out of jail or paroles and obsess over taking over Scyon city, then the world?.  As most bank robber say "Show me the money!". 

And yes I do have a PL8 hero that I created in Herolab. "It's a .... dead person"  for right now, I call it Scarecrow,  in Spanish " espantapájaros "

 "It" operates in the harvest field as the migrant workers work in a hot sun. They say that he comes in peoples dreams, rights wrongs and stops only certain crimes thou.  

So It obviously has:

Dream powers

Reported to be "DEAD" and ugly

To invoke dreams and or a visit... the Hispanic community sells little statues of skeletal figurines that are holding a radio, smoking a cigar and drinking alcohol. sometimes the creature leaves lotto tickets, alcohol drinks, cigars for the kids.. candy and or electronic devices ( usually educational) or maybe a phone

For the Black community ( it is called " Candyman", it is said that dream visit sometimes leaves cryptic messages from dead loved loves, sometimes the creature leaves lotto tickets, alcohol drinks, cigars but for the kids.. candy and or electronic devices ( usually educational) or maybe a phone

For those that break "its" rules in these minority areas, justice can be quick or slow. the offender knew that he had "wronged" it because the person was aged to over 80-90s. Leaving that person vulnerable as they left their victim.... 

It frequents: Cemeteries, Churches ( any faith), harvesting fields and high drug use areas

awhhhhh you said supervillain. Some people say the "sweetest" things to me. I'm planning on a superhero but if a supervillain was needed then I would apply, but I would have to be a late 60s / early 70s type. kidnap a girl and if almost caught make the hero choose between one person vs the crowd that I just activated a bomb to topple a build on them to escape. If I ever catch a superhero, I would have to have... the red button. 

" Alright, mr/s goody two shoes. Nothing can stop this elaborate evil plan unless you hit the red button. Now... I will leave you alone in this room while I walk slowly to evil control to watch my count down, Muahaha!"

"We could ask Blossom to work her magic first, then follow up on those lead which should fall to you as a scout. After you gather intel that would give everyone a bigger picture to what is going on, if we choose to talk to them that should fall to me, if not then I would say it fall to hunter-killer teams of two or maybe a surgical strike or whatever you solos choose, not my forte, not my lane".  Chiarle comments from typing and read his phone. "Now just why the ad-hoc mix and match, that is the life of a fixer, each sect has if unique abilities, assets and influence, that is why us fixers can create a "force multiplier force that is based not strictly from solo work. Everyone brings something to the team. Us fixer would say the same about most of all of you, everyone here is a pawn or worker bee. Feast or famine, that is why we have to work as one. Sure hire bunch of solos to work a job, but can most solos be a medic, a scou like yourself, stand watch over a target like our metal friend here... or maybe by pass an alarm, nope.. that a technical fixer's job.  Echo try to look at a bigger picture about asset, specialties that well all use every day. 

You... intel scouting, transportation 

Casino.. knocking head, threats and gunning

Blood bank.. Pay your doctor bills so they will patch you up, want a new arm.. talk to him. Want a new combat drug for "Friday fight nights?".. talk to the medic

Fixer ( Tech ).. it all about tech with those guys, you need a tune-up on your weapon, talk to him, you want to listen in on a phone call, talk to him. 

Metal cee  tech meets bio, the perfect soldier, no offence to you solo but he don't sleep, doesn't eat, perfect hearing, no hesitation to kill... even if its a mother or child. They are the APEX predator

and me... the mouth of the south, I talk, listen, launder monies, counterfeit things, negotiate lives, I'm the go-between when two parties can see eye to eye, you don't call the police, you call someone like me. Also if you want to buy something, I can usually but not always seem to find a better deal than most people, want to get a job?... Talk to someone like me, anyways. 

Blossom - Net runners.. like info bloodhounds, they find things that you don't want other people to find out about you or your life. 

That is why we are here, to be part of something bigger than all of us, but together.... we could be the next big panzer or A-4/7 crew that hires others to take our smaller jobs. 

But what makes us better than any other thieves...er..umm.. profiteers is the dynamic ability work as a closed knit unit, make that money and stop living on the street like the rest of the risk takers.

"Alright shot caller, what is your move, what is your plan, mine is basically just that, have blossom run what leads we have, your seat cover (echo) scouts things out, gather your intel,  then pick and choose who and what from the team, let them do their job and rescue is complete. But are you ready to risk your life for your friend, would you be willing to cut off your arm?. Because some companies want a trophy and they may just want your head." Charlie shrugs " Its bad form to harm a fixer like me but... everyone else is fair game, only my role and etiquette saves my from your horror. so, if you're ready to get things started.

Charlie would turn to Blossom " It's your show baby girl.... show these people your magic and see what you can dig up for echo to bird dog for casino's honor ". 

charlie takes a seat, reads a few messages, and waits for the group to lay things out with a plan. Charlie figured that blossom would do her thing and gathering info and then Charlie would attempt to assist in the negotiation. But maybe they had different plans so he waited.

@CTP thanks I'll post a DM to him

where should we post the PL8s?

Suggestion - contact them... "Hey, can you do me a favor, I need x, y, or / and z" or maybe the best time would be when you know that contact with other group is coming and it will be like a shoot out in the OK corral, call them then or even both. I hope that helps