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THE SECOND ANNUAL NEO-ANARCHISTS GUIDE TO EVERYTHING ELSE(tm)

"The daily press is the evil principle of the modern world, and
time will only serve to disclose this fact with greater and
greater clearness. The capacity of the newspaper for degeneration
is sophistically without limit, since it can always sink lower and
lower in its choice of readers. At last it will stir up all those
dregs of humanity which no state or government can control."
                                              -- Soren Kierkegaard
                                  The Last Years: Journals 1853-55



Edited and Compiled by Jerry Stratton
[e-mail]
[e-mail]
Compuserve: 76506,636

The copyrights of each article are held by the original authors.
This compilation is Copyright 1992 Jerry Stratton.
Distribute freely, at no cost to the user or profit for yourself.

Welcome to the Second Annual Neo-Anarchists Guide to Everything
Else. This is a semi-regular electronically-distributed magazine
devoted to FASA's Shadowrun¿ role-playing game. In the NAGEE,
we're covering everything _else_.

We are now accepting ads. Prices must be listed in Nuyen, and you
must give an LTG number. If you're worried about deckers, you're
in the wrong place, chummer. Advertising space is free, but we
reserve the right to hold our nose and drop your copy into the
round file. So, your team need a little exposure? Your band
playing a hot date? Need to sell some specially acquired
information? Hey, just send us the ad and we'll stick it in here.

Or, not. But what've you got to lose?

There's currently a gopher server for the Guide running on
beelzebub.acusd.edu (that's IP address 192.55.87.241). If you're
not familiar with gopher, it's a simple news server that a lot of
sites are running. If you've got it at your site, all you'll need
to do to use it is type gopher (if you want the NAGEE gopher, type
gopher beelzebub.acusd.edu). If you haven't got it at your site,
you might think about getting it. The gopher client will compile
on most Unix computers, and can be found at boombox.micro.umn.edu
(of course, you need to know how to compile -- but I guess that's
what contacts are for, eh? Find a decker).

If you'd like to contribute to an upcoming Guide, go to it. See
last issue's introduction for what we want. You won't get paid,
but you will get the adulation of tons of people. Just tons.

The Guide comes in two versions -- Rich Text Format (for Word 4.0
and other word processors) and an ascii text version. The ascii
version contains the same information as the Word version, but
doesn't look nearly as spiffy. If you don't have a friend with a
Macintosh and Word 4.0 (or higher), expand your circle of friends:
contacts are, after all, the key to survival.

Many thanks to all those who have contributed to this issue.


CONTENTS
   Bulletin Board
   New York City 2050
   The North Bay
   The Meat Market
   Economics of Shadowrunning
   The Word on the Streets
   Shadow U.
   The Ice Box
   The Black Market
   Silent Death
   Dead Zones
   Roper
   Grey's
   The Neo-Anarchists' On-Line Grimoire
   Master Spell List Addenda
   Tune In, Turn On, Drop Out
   Tess Diary
   Amazon Tales
   The Chipper
   Seattle Sourcebook Index

The Annual Neo-Anarchists Guide to Everything Else is published...
whenever. I'm Jerry Stratton. My address is 4129 1/2 Utah Street,
San Diego, CA 92104. Subscription? Pfah! Go pick it up yourself.
Single copy price? Only your immortal soul, chummer! Bwah-ha-ha!
Well. Direct inquiries to Jerry Stratton at [e-mail]
or [e-mail] on internet, or 76506,636 on Compuserve.
The above addresses are subject to change, especially Snail Mail.
The Second Annual Neo-Anarchists Guide to Everything Else was
released on May 26, 1992. Like I got nothing better to do today?
Current issues are available at Compuserve's RPG group, if they
can possibly spare the space, and via anonymous ftp at
usdcsv.acusd.edu in the rpg.shadowrun directory. Shadowrun is a
registered trademark of FASA, Inc. We have nothing to do with
FASA, and they have nothing to do with us.

THE BULLETIN BOARD


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Fri, 20 Mar 52 07:13:20
To: All
Subject: Correction: Pharmacy

Hul Kaline is also known on the street as Conananol and
Schwarzezine. Ask for Sharzezine, and they'll as likely laugh at
you or kill you as a narc. Like I said, we at the NAGEE cannot be
held responsible for the information presented here. (p. 40, The
Pharmacy, Hul Kaline)


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Fri, 20 Mar 52 07:15:36
To: All
Subject: Correction: Pharmacy

In the Addiction Level example, it says that the Addiction Level
if he gets 1 success or less is 2, and the Addiction Level if he
gets 2 or 3 successes is 1. Vous et wrong, wrong, wrong. If he
gets 0 or 1 success, his Addiction Level is 6 -- Rating (3) times
dosage (2). If he gets 2 or 3 successes, his Addiction Level is 3
-- Rating times (the dosage reduced by 1). Yeah, we apologize if
you're more addicted than you thought you were. That's what you
get for using drugs. Just say no, hey?

Incidentally, if any of you have used the more recreational drugs,
let us know what their effects are. We'd never use those things.
Uh uh. (p. 38, The Pharmacy, Drugs in Shadowrun)


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Fri, 20 Mar 52 07:20:31
To: All
Subject: Explanation: Fort Hollywood

Yes, the Dunes in Hollywood is a half Hotel, half Motel. Think of
it as a hi-rise motel. The official name, though, is the Dunes
Sunset Hotel & Restaurant. (p. 7, Fort Hollywood, Hotels in
Hollywood)


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Fri, 20 Mar 52 07:24:24
To: All
Subject: Correction: Shadow U.

Whoops. Social Skills is not a skill. It's a skill type (like
Active Skills or Knowledge Skills). The skills of that type are
Leadership, Interrogation, Negotiation, and Etiquette. See this
issue's Shadow U. for a corrected version. (p. 27, Shadow U.,
Social Skills)

Also, under 'Written Composition,' books/texts, articles, etc., is
a specialization of the 'non-fiction genre,' rather than its own
specialization. It's the counterpart to novels, novellas... under
'fiction.' And comedy, drama, western, horror, etc., is a
specialization of the 'scripts' concentration.

Under 'Acting,' comedy, drama, etc., are the specializations for
the 'simsense, movies, etc.' concentrations.

And, finally, Perkins-Athabaskan is Sasquatch.


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Fri, 20 Mar 52 07:31:25
To: All
Subject: Explanation: Insanity

If a character with Deadly insanity is resisting insanity, that
character has a bonus of 4 to the Target Number. This is despite
the fact the a character with Deadly Insanity has no target number
penalties due to insanity. The more insane you are, the harder it
is to go further insane. Though you can pretend otherwise. (p. 46,
Insanity)


From: Quiverclaw
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2052 23:58:15
To: Neo.Anarch.Guide.Everything.Else
Subject: more SR questions...

Hi, me again *grin*

1) Would it be possible for someone like, oh, say Jerry Stratton
to come up with a coherent set of rules for SR for cyber-
insanity... I appreciate whats in NAGEE, but that doesn't give
things like chances for someone with exceptionally low essence to
go cyberpsycho. etc., etc....The reason I'm asking is all these
new archetypes (blade boy, street rigger, etc....) that have
essences oh say around the .5 range or lower...shouldn't a pc have
the chance to go cyberpsycho after his essence drops below 1?
Well, as a GM I discourage going below 1, and well...I digress...

2) Another question on dead zones...do they extend to the barrier
or what? I.e. could you fly over one in a plane? That type of
thing, anyway, you get the idea...

3) I've got the Rigger's Black Book, and Joe is right...it doesn't
go into enuff detail on how to do things like conceal
weapons...and which ones can be concealed...can we look forward to
this in NAGEE2? Hope so. Maybe even sooner...anybody feel brave?

4) Not a question this time :) If you haven't gotten through
whatever means at your disposal NAN 1 & 2 do so. Well worth it.
Excellent background, plus a pretty good adventure in each to
boot. Speaking of books, can anyone tell me if the trilogy Secrets
of Power is out? and if so, what are the numbers so I can have it
ordered? (yeah, I know, I said no questions...but hey, you don't
like it, don't subscribe to a list server :) Anyway, if you
haven't seen the ad. its in the back on NAN 2...but no numbers :(

5) and finally...why do the artists for SR always consider it
necessary for anybody who has spurs to walk around with them
extended? Just curious.

Enough of my well, insert your favorite expletive here.


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Tue, 24 Mar 52 09:15:15
To: Quiverclaw
Subject: re: more SR questions...

Well, Quiverclaw, I'll answer your questions in order. First, I am
working on integrating cyber-psychosis with the insanity rules
from the previous guide. Hopefully, it'll be done in time for this
guide. If not, it'll be here next time. It'll assume that cyber-
psychoses occur (if they occur at all) when a character has cyber
installed. Once you're at 0 or less Essence (and you could chance
this to 1 or less if you wanted) it becomes very hard to resist
the insanity.

2) Dead zones, dead zones. Frag, I didn't know what I was opening
up when I brought this up. Your questions are answered in this
issue. See 'Dead Zones Redux.' A dead zone would have to be
awfully big to extend to the barrier. Since the barrier is 50
miles up, the zone would need a radius of 50 miles. Such a zone
would be 100 miles wide.

3) Nope, no one wrote about this for this issue, and I didn't see
anything out on the matrix, either. Anybody want to volunteer?

4) There are currently four books that I know of for Shadowrun.
The Secrets of Power trilogy, which I haven't read, and 2XS,
reviewed in the last issue.

5) Lots of them have spurs non-extended, you just don't notice
them underneath the suits.


From: Strings
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 52 14:09:25
To: Neo.Anarch.Guide.Everything.Else
Subject: Neo-Anarchist's Guide

As an interested 'runner, and representing other interested
'runners, I was curious as to how one went about submitting to the
Guide to Everything Else. We have a few ShadowCorps on the lam,
and some inside scum on what's hit the beer-town of Milwaukee
since the 'good ol' days' before the turn of the century.


From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 52 19:39:40
To: Ariel
Subject: re: Neo-Anarchist's Guide

Anything you want to submit, send on over to me at
[e-mail] if you can't reach me there, try
[e-mail], and if that don't work, you might try
Compuserve: 76506,636. Otherwise, you're one of the great unknown,
and our electrons will never cross.


From: Benz Steele
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Wed Apr 22 06:03:43 2052
To: Neo.Anarch.Guide.Everything.Else
Subject: letter to Dr. Stratton

Cianide, chummer,

this is Benz Steele from Germany, where the beer is the best and
the shadows are deep. I'm relaying a message for an employer who
has problems with using a deck. I came across a posting of yours,
the anarchist something or other and gandered it at him. Seems the
old worm took offense at the words of a Dr. Stratton.

The gist of it is, this Stratton corp came off with an idea about
failure of gear in dead zones. Tamarantha (the worm) started going
off about the quality of education these days, and I'll spare you
the rest. His point was that certain principles, namely the
mechanical laws, have always been around, and were discovered way
back when with the Greeks, along with that four basic materials
stuff. Gravity is one of these nifty laws (we don't fall off the
earth in a dead zone, so it must still work, at least in some
manner) so the satellites will never fall from the sky, except
through the natural decay of orbits and other outside
interference.

Other devices based on the basic physical principles of springs,
slopes and the like should all work fine.

Oh, yeah. Tam also wanted to know if you'all have an archive
somewhere. I'd just cruise the ether and find it, but my current
Johnson doesn't approve of such behavior, and the pay is good.

I noticed you'all'r short of decking articles, would you be
receptive to a couple? (if the worm'll give me the time...)


Benze Steele, decker of the first IMP
From: Silver Cianide
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Wed, 22 Apr 52 08:33:26
To: Benze Steele
Subject: re: letter to Dr. Stratton

Hi, Benze! There's no distribution list; If the first NAGEE mailed
to you, I can do that (specify Microsoft Word/RTF or Text), but
it's easiest (for me, anyway) if you pick it up from the ftp site:
usdcsv.acusd.edu (192.55.87.6). It's in the directory
rpg/shadowrun.

And we certainly are interested in decking articles. Yeah, Yeah!

And you'll be happy to know that, due to popular demand, there's
another article on dead zones, expanding on idea of 'mechanicals'
that was brought up by the Greek reference in the first article.
In particular, steam engines have made a comeback. Good thing the
rail companies never got the initiative to redesign their tracks
for modern trains.

Incidentally, the quality of education these days has nothing to
do with Dr. Stratton. He's no longer affiliated with any Corp,
being as he's retired, and all, and was presumably educated before
the Awakening. Personally, I don't see what good a pre-awakening
education could be, but who am I?


From: Mark
Address: <[e-mail]>
Date: Wed, 29 Apr 1992 04:40:27 GMT
To: Neo.Anarch.Guide.Everything.Else
Subject: Cyber Applications

Okay, So your razor boy has cyber-eyes, a radio, and some headware
memory:

Program the locations of several concealed explosives into the
headware Mp's. Rig it so that these locations are displayed with
their number in his field of view. Run down explosive laden alley
with [insert baddies] in hot pursuit.

You can see the explosives, they can't. When they get to the right
place, broadcast (with the radio) the correct signal at the
correct frequency and BOOM. No more pursuit.

Do this to several alleys. With demolitions(B/R) build C-12 into a
shaped charge that looks remarkably like a brick. No one will find
them until its too late.

(or beer cans, or dead rats, light fixtures... get Creative).



NEW YORK CITY 2050
                 Brought to you by Dark Elf tourist information
                             Dark Elf, [e-mail]


It's a tough town, megacorps engage in illegal activities, crime
is rampant in many areas, there is violence in the streets,
metahumans, and monsters.

All in all, it hasn't changed much!

"New York was bad enough before the awakening, now it truly is a
jungle out there!"
                                Mayor Franklin Dean, Jan 3, 2050


ENTERTAINMENT/MEDIA:

Manhattan Athletic Complex (built after the quake of '05): A full
sports complex/concert arena.

New York Times, Daily News, Various Tabloids

ABC (Awakened Broadcasting Company): The original ABC gave over to
a more modern format.

NBC,CBS (more TV/holovid/simsense broadcasts)
Soho theater district <Broadway>

Restaurants/Hotels/Clubs: Many of New York's "classic" nightspots
and hangouts are still around, but the quake of '05 made room for
many newer venues, all having that special New York atmosphere.

STATISTICS:
Population:     9,000,000 +
Human:     63% (approx. 5,670,000)
Elven:     13% (approx. 1,170,000)
Dwarven:     4% (approx. 360,000)
Orkish:     15% (approx. 1,350,000)
Trollish:     4% (approx. 360,000)
Other:     1% (approx. 90,000)
(population count is only for sentient species)
Crime Rate: High (the latest data was too disparate to give an
accurate assessment)

>> Who's going to believe this drek, the corps are afraid that
showing the real figures will damage their poor little tourist
industry! <<
--Sandman <09:32:19/10-22-50>

PUBLIC SERVICES/UTILITIES:
Police Service: Metro Police Incorporated
Fire Control: Lerner LTD.
Sanitation: Various Independents (believed backed by organized
  crime cartels)
Public Works Maintenance: Northeastern Technical Services
Public Database: Atlantic Telecommunications (a division of Trump
  International)
Grid-Guide System: Magna Tech (a division of Akaru Incorporated)
Power: Bell Atlantic, Long Island Atomics
Military: UCAS 43rd Metroplex Guard
  This is a unit of "weekend warriors" similar to the 20th century
  national guard reserve. They are the official standing military
  force for the greater metropolitan area.

>> Yeah, see your local UCAS recruiter today. You too can get paid
less and only get half the gear of the average corporate security
force. <<
--BillyJack<11:28:09/12-02-50>

MAJOR POINTS OF INTEREST:
Most of the original sites survived, or were reconstructed after
the quake. Some of them are:

Empire State Building (restored in 2006)

World Trade Center

Central Park: Can be an unfriendly place in it's deepest parts,
especially at night. The inner regions have become like the
Barrens in Seattle. The more peaceful southern section has become
a well known hangout for elves.

>>I went to the Tavern On The Green a few weeks ago, the place was
filled with elves and dwarves of all shapes and sizes. There were
some other humans there too, but I felt out of place anyway, since
I was the only one in the joint NOT dressed like an extra in a
Robin Hood Vid. It looked like a scene out of one of those role-
playing games that were popular in the latter half of the 20th
century<<
--Morgan<08:54:35/11-09-50>

>>Yeah, those posergangs can be a real pain in the ass.<<
--NancyK<11:28:10/11-09-50>

>>And I suppose you can't stand all those "keebs" running
around?<<
--Dark Elf<11:40:26/11-10-50>

Statue of Liberty: Still welcomes travelers to the city after its
second renovation since the 1980's.

The Intrepid: Still floating in it's dock after a world war and a
century of tourists. Was purchased by the Dragon Tirandor in 2038
for use as a lair/ corporate headquarters.

Rockefeller Center: Bought out by a number of Japanese companies,
but retains it's original look and name.

NEW SITES:
Manhattan Athletic Complex: located between Henry Hudson Pkwy and
West End Avenue on the west side. (One of the largest arenas on
the east coast, it has a removable dome.)

Akaru Inc. World Headquarters: This is the world headquarters for
Akaru Inc., a large conglomerate originally based in Japan. The
Akaru complex is just south of the Manhattan Athletic Complex
(MAC) on the west side of West End Avenue between 59th and 63rd
streets. It is one huge building ten stories tall. It is similar,
in many respects, to Seattle's Renraku Arcology. The first three
levels are basically malls, hotels and casinos (yes, NY has lifted
it's gambling laws since 2030). The rest of the building contains
offices and laboratories. There are also several sub-levels which
house "secure" areas. The roof has a helipad and several antennae
for communication.

>>Yeah, gambling's legal now, but the mayor gets a 10% cut. And he
claims he has no mob ties!<<
--Dark Elf<16:25:05/12-25-50>

Trump Center: While tycoon Donald Trump met with financial
disaster in the late 20th century, his son, Donald Jr. found great
success in the world of big business. He managed to form a huge
conglomeration of smaller companies under the name Trump
International. In NY, his megacorp is rivaled in power and
diversity only by Akaru. The new Trump Center occupies six city
blocks, encompassing the area between park and 5th avenues, and
from 51st to 54th streets. Madison avenue actually goes through
the complex, with entrances to the parking facility. It has a main
building that is 8 stories tall, with a number of sub-levels. Atop
this superstructure is the tower, which climbs 80 stories above
the main building. The first few floors are malls/hotels/casinos
and other public venues. The tower contains corporate offices,
security garrisons, storage facilities, media/ telecommunications
facilities etc.... (It is rumored that Donald Trump Sr. is kept
alive and in retirement here by an enormous amount of cybernetic
life support systems and is more machine than man).

The tower also has a rooftop heliport.

GENERAL AREAS:
Midtown/Downtown Manhattan: Almost totally overrun by the corps.
everything here is either corporate controlled, or geared towards
the corporate pocketbook. This is known on the streets as
Corptown, and is aptly named.

Greenwich Village: A region in corptown that is not completely
controlled by the corporate mind. It is the place to go for the
"Trendy" hangouts and corporate wannabees.

Chinatown: The Downtown area surrounding Canal St. that is still
mostly residential. It is almost exclusively Chinese, and is the
place to go to find street vendors and black market fences. The
streets are controlled by various gangs that constantly compete
with each other for supremacy in the area.

Brooklyn/Queens: These areas are mostly residential. There are a
large variety of neighborhoods, many with an almost exclusive
cultural bias. quality of life varies from block to block (i.e.
the more affluent homes of Jamaica Estates turn into a war zone of
poverty and crime when one crosses Hillside Ave.)

Uptown (North of Central Park): These are the areas hit worst by
the quake in 2005. Many areas have never been repaired, and there
are streets blocked by fallen buildings. Many areas are dangerous,
with buildings that may begin to collapse at any time. The corps
have few interests other than low-cost housing developments. There
are a few spots that can be considered "healthy" neighborhoods,
but many are urban nightmares. This region has the highest police
mortality rates. The northernmost tip of Manhattan is overrun with
vegetation that has grown beyond the boundaries of old parks,
producing another region of barrens.

>> Fine, just hype corptown and make people believe that every
other place in NY is a dirty rotten hole, no wonder most of the
neighborhoods never get too far. <<
--Velvet Knight <11:31:08/11-10-50>

Bronx: This area is similar to the way it was in the 20th century.
It contains the highest concentration of Native Americans in the
city.

>>We give them Manhattan for $24 and only 4 centuries later, they
give us the Bronx<<
--Running Eagle<18:26:47/12-01-50>

Organized Crime: New York has continued to be a center for
organized crime cartels of various backgrounds. While the Yakuza
has pushed the Mafia out of Seattle, the same has not happened in
NY. In NY, the Yakuza have gained a very strong power base (and
have influence in almost every Japanese corp in the city, with the
most notable exception being Akaru, who consider them dishonorable
slime). There are also various Seoulpa rings scattered throughout
the city. Even with the growing power of Asian syndicates, the
Mafia has maintained most of it's power in NY. The Mafia typically
uses legitimate businesses as fronts for their own illegal
operations. They practically control the construction and waste
disposal operations in the city.

Police: Roosevelt Island is the site of the city headquarters for
Metro Police Inc. They have a small airstrip for security use.
This strip is also open to high level corporate executives who
carry a corporate security pass. This site houses Metro's patrol
helicopters, planes, and patrol boats.

>>Security pass, HA. They only let Metro shareholders use it.
Anyone who tries to get a pass gets laughed at. These cops only
take care of their own.<<
--anonymous<21:17:04/10-05-50>


CORPORATE POLITICS

The major competitors in NY are Akaru and Trump. Both of these
corps are made up of hundreds of smaller corps that were bought
and either sold off in pieces or renovated and made profitable.
Akaru and Trump consider each other to be honorable opponents.
Yoguchi Akaru, a descendant of a long line of samurai, has no
desire to put Trump out of business, that would take far too many
resources, and would probably destroy his company. Akaru realizes
that competition with Trump has given his company momentum. He
sees that there is an almost symbiotic relationship between the
two companies, and to destroy one destroys the other. There are,
however, factions within Akaru Inc. that do not believe this.
Akaru has to constantly play these people against each other to
keep them from doing something rash. Even if Akaru's goal was to
eliminate Trump International, he would frown on the dishonorable
methods used by most businessmen these days. For Akaru, honor is
of the utmost importance.

Trump shares many of the same views as Akaru, and many of the same
problems. In a corp as large as Trump International or Akaru, one
person cannot possibly have absolute control over all the
businesses that make up these huge conglomerates, and factions
within Trump also have their own agendas regarding their major
competitors. Trump has an active social conscience, and is
constantly concerned with making NY a better place (no small
task). The great amount of respect (friendship?) between Trump and
Akaru is widely known in the business community. The unusual
relationship between the two has been described as showing the
difference between enemies and opponents. They are far from
enemies, but they are still opponents in many ways. There are many
in the business world who shudder when they think of this, and
their worst fear is to see Trump and Akaru merge, a move that
would probably allow the joint firm to be the largest, and most
powerful single corporate entity in the world. The internal
dissensions within these two megacorps and the mutual respect
between their owners keeps the entire corporate scene in a kind of
uneasy equilibrium.

New York is not an attractive city to see from the air. There is a
constant haze of smog hovering over the city, making it seem dirty
during the day and positively gloomy during the night. The most
breathtaking things about the city is the sheer size of most of
the buildings, and the sight of the Great Dragon Tirandor in
flight (a rare sight since he usually restricts his excursions to
the late night). The main attractions of NY are its historical
significance, and the fact that is the place to go to do business,
any kind of business on either side of the law. NY is a sprawling
mass of urban gloom, with shadows everywhere, an ideal place for
those who make a living off the hidden agendas in the corporate
world. The environment of NY is tense at best. Cultural/Racial
tensions flare, poverty breeds crime, corps use any means to get
what they want. It is the city of big business and big corruption.
Don't walk the streets unarmed, and don't let Metro see the big
guns. The cops can be as hair triggered as anyone else, if they
see the iron, they will call in the cavalry, unless you happen to
know someone inside. The corps have their own police, and the UCAS
military is in town. It is hard to tell if all this firepower is
their because of all the crime, or if all the crime is there
because of the firepower. Everyone who lives in NY is there
because they want something, and NY is the place to get it, one
way or another.

>>Yeah, good old NY is not for those with a weak stomach<<
--Heckler<17:50:32/11-24-50>


THE UNDERGROUND

NY's sewer and subway system were damaged heavily in the quake of
'05. While repairs were made, and a new magnetically guided subway
system was introduced, many of the old tunnels still exist. The
quake left a labyrinth of broken down subway and sewer tunnels,
along with the ancient pneumatic transit system, and a few
subterranean caverns all existing under the city. There are rumors
of whole underground communities, many of which have probably
never seen the outside world. These tunnels form a modern day
dungeon complex of epic proportions, all hidden away from the
everyday eye. Reports of "monsters" give evidence that the tunnels
are home to awakened critters, and are a very dangerous place to
be.

>>C'mooooon Down!!!<<
--Phil the Troll <14:19:07/12-21-50>


TELECOMMUNICATIONS NETS

NY city has two LTG's. One is the public LTG for the area, and the
other is the Manhattan Corporate LTG. The Corporate LTG carries an
orange security level, and is made available to clients willing to
pay a fee. To get into most corporate mainframes, one must either
go through the LTG's security, or tap the correct data lines in
corptown. Several corps even have private LTG's accessible only
from the corporate LTG. Network addresses in NY change almost
constantly.

>>A friend of mine got flatlined when he found out that the old
address of the "decker's haven" database was changed and was given
to East Coast Security Systems, a major software firm that
specializes in IC systems<<
--Red Sonja<23:45:46/12-03-50>


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THE NORTH BAY

Special Report by: Renford Political Consulting
                                                 Chris Beauregard
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>>>>>[I was wandering the UCAS system in Detroit, and I came
across this. It seems to have been written by an independent
contractor for some UCAS bigwig. Would anyone like to guess that
they're considering reclaiming the place? It could be very
interesting up there in the next few months.]<<<<<
-ReRun <12:01:51/11-01-50>

>>>>>[Could be really deadly up there. The only way they're gonna
get into that place is by gassing half the occupants and
permanently disabling the other half. I don't think Quebec is
gonna like a couple divisions of UCAS regulars on their doorstep
too well. The UCAS couldn't take the Warrens with anything
less.]<<<<<
-Omega Wolf <05:13:29/11-03-50>

>>>>>[Hey, you wouldn't believe what happened here just a while
ago. Shriek and I were sitting over the SAN, and out of nowhere
comes a triad of UCAS chopper constructs (wonder who that could
have been?) They punched through the SAN ice, and we followed them
right up to the SPU just outside you-know-which 'tastore (wonder
what they were after?) The Sysop will be glad to know that 'ol
Blacky works, real well.]<<<<<
-Silicon Eel <02:34:01/01-02-51>

A report on the status of the city of North Bay, prepared for
Senator Jan Douglas by Renford Political Consulting, Inc.


OVERVIEW

North Bay is one of the largest thorns in the UCAS's side next to
the NAN. The constant panzer runs across the Quebec border by
riggers based in the area have put negotiations with the country
in a very difficult position. Not long ago, Quebec demanded that
the runs be stopped before any increase in the power allocation
from the James Bay project were approved. The UCAS military has
begun mobilization for what appears to be a major action in the
North Bay area. The prospects of a large scale assault on the area
look to be very grim. The firepower of the relatively large number
of panzers in the area would be a deterrent in itself, without the
added threat of an operating airbase, difficult terrain, and the
impregnable fortress that is the Warrens. It is believed that two
or three regular UCAS divisions will be necessary, along with a
considerable number of specialists to deal with the Warrens. This
number of troops that close to the Quebec border will certainly
result in a very delicate diplomatic situation, something the UCAS
should avoid at all costs.

>>>>>[Yup, they're going for it. Stupid, really stupid.]<<<<<
-Omega Wolf <05:20:12/11-03-50>


HISTORY

For the latter half of the twentieth century, North Bay was noted
for it's NORAD installation. Aside from having one of the largest
military airbases in North America, deep within what is
essentially a hollow mountain was housed the command centre for
most of the DEW line. Around 1995, a sizable portion of the base
personnel, as part of the Canadian defense budget cuts, were moved
out. To make use of some of the empty space, portions of CFB North
Bay were converted to biological research and storage areas,
without the knowledge of the city. Shortly after the turn of the
century, the base was converted almost entirely into a hazardous
substance research facility, the politically correct word for a
bio-warfare centre. While considerable outcry was made by the
population of the city, the base was the only major support to the
economy of the city, and the furor quickly died out with the
influx of several thousands more military personnel and their
spending.

Throughout the early years of civil unrest throughout the rest of
the world, the city, because of its relative isolation, was mostly
unaffected. The only major incident was a small riot started by a
brawl between reserve Indians and servicemen. Several were killed
in the fighting, and close to one hundred wounded before the
fighting was brought to a standstill.

>>>>>[Now that's a load of drek if I ever heard it. I think the
figures were closer to fifty killed, and three hundred wounded.
The real reason the whole thing started was because some army
hotshot took the opportunity during the fighting to see what
driving a tank through a hotel would do. Trust me, I was there. I
was part of a group who took out three parked CF-18 fighters while
the military was out shooting civilians.]<<<<<
- Tall Boy <13:56:26/11-03-50>

>>>>>[Do you know why they covered it up so much? I mean, that
many dead didn't mean much back then when thousands were dying in
street fighting across the country.]<<<<<
- Shriek <03:43:52/11-05-50>

>>>>>[That was in the United States. Canada wasn't nearly as bad.
And you have to consider that the city only had a population of
70,000 or so at the time. We're talking about a good portion of
the population being killed off.]<<<<<
- Tall Boy <13:22:00/11-10-50>

During the Lone Eagle crisis, the peace of the small city was once
again broken when vigilante action against reserve Indians
resulted in what amounted to a small war. The end result was 90%
of the native population being wiped out, and large portions of
housing in the city being leveled by guerrilla action. The
remaining natives were shipped to the re-education centres
established about that time. When the VITAS plague hit, the area
was mostly free of its effects, given the relative isolation of
the city. It did not escape the effects of the UGE, however. After
the beginning of the UGE, every child born in the area exhibited
the characteristics of the Dwarf strain. Close to 15% of the
population left the area in the first three months. After several
months, a small number of normal children were born to the area.
The effects of the UGE on the area were explained by government
officials as an isolated effect probably having to do with the
pollution of one of the area lakes.

>>>>>[They explained it like that, yes. No one believed it though,
at least no one living there. The lake water story is pure and
simple drek. No one ever drank out of it, and that's the only way
you could possibly be affected by the water. They just didn't want
to admit to the shoddy waste disposal techniques used by the base.
I once had an army transport dump about a ton of PCB's on a site
next to my property. I complained, but they stated that it was
harmless. Harmless, if you consider having non-human children
harmless.]<<<<<
- Tag <09:06:45/11-03-50>

>>>>>[Sorry chummer? 'non-human' did you say? I sure hope you
don't live around here anymore, 'cause if you do you ain't gonna
live much longer...]<<<<<
- Chuck D <17:09:24/11-07-50>

During the years of the Ghost Dance, North Bay was hit hard. One
night, the city was rocked by a major earthquake. As the city is
situated in the extremely stable Canadian Shield, the only
explanation was the now growing magic. Indeed, one month after the
quake, a group of native shamans took credit for what they called
'justice against the befoulers of the planet.' The recovery of the
city itself occurred quickly enough, but the base was damaged
considerably. Large areas of the underground complex were lost
completely, and the electronics of the base were, with few
exceptions, destroyed. Close to two thousand personnel died as the
tunnels collapsed around them, and several hundred others died in
the city itself. The rebuilding of the above-ground portion of the
base was accomplished in the first year after the quake. The
underground complex was operational after two years of work.
However, large portions were still unusable.

While the quake took out a considerable amount of the cities
economic power, the most damaging event in the history of North
Bay was Goblinization. On that day in April, 2021, almost half of
the residents of both the city and the military base were
transformed into dwarves. The reason still has not been explained
to any great extent. In the next year, North Bay became the site
of the largest influx of dwarves in North America. Close to three
thousand moved to the city. This was counterbalanced by over five
thousand normal humans leaving the city. In a matter of one year,
the face of the city was transformed.

Several years later, the military converted a portion of the base
into a magical research centre. Part of its duties were to study
the reason for the high rate of Goblinization among the
population. Three years later, a Matrix Warfare centre,
essentially a clone of the U.S. Echo Mirage project, was added.
The entire base was wired for the use of the new technology. For
unknown reasons, the old computer linkages were kept intact and
added to the new system. When it was discovered that parts of the
damaged base were still connected, the old system was disconnected
again. During this time a fusion power plant was also added to the
base.

The Crash of '29 hit the base hard. In the first few days, close
to one third of the base hardware was destroyed as the virus swept
through the system. In response, the system was disconnected from
external lines, the virus cleaned out of the system (with a high
rate of damage to equipment and personnel), and the old linkages
restored to pass over the damaged sections. The base continued to
operate more or less normally, albeit slowly, until the virus was
destroyed. After the virus was destroyed, the base system again
underwent an overhaul. The work was not quite as thorough as the
previous rebuilding of the system though. Patches to the damaged
sections were made, and much of the ancient connections still
remained part of the new system. At this time, the MW section
added some rudimentary IC to the system. As the years went by,
this was improved considerably, and CFB North Bay eventually had
what was considered the most secure military system in the world.

>>>>>[Drek! The guys who programmed most of it also left a
trapdoor big enough to throw a Cray III through. The Soviets got
more research information outta the place in one year than they
got from NORAD during the entire Cold War]<<<<<
- Viper <12:09:22/11-05-50>

When the Canada-U.S. merge occurred, close to half of the
personnel of the base were transferred, in a move that devastated
the North Bay economy, as part of a deal with the separated
province of Quebec. For several years, until one small Japanese
chemical company moved in, the city was akin to a ghost town. The
introduction of Kenji Biotech Inc. was the only thing that saved
the city from death.

>>>>>[Of course, we weren't all that surprised when this happened.
I mean, North Bay was pretty much the leading manufacturer of Bio-
Hazards, courtesy of the Canadian government. Over the years the
company has shrunk somewhat. They used to have over a thousand
employees, mostly from the area. Now they employ maybe two hundred
and most of them are foreigners.]<<<<<
- Tall Boy <14:01:54/11-06-50>

The greatest transformation of the city occurred around the period
of the Night of Rage. Given the large meta-human population of the
city, it became a prime target of New Terrorism. On the night of
September 23rd, 2038, close to a thousand members of a group
calling themselves the Purity League went on a rampage through the
city, killing all metahumans crossing their path. The military
watched the battle without interfering. During the fighting,
several thousand dwarves retreated into the damaged parts of the
base, and fought off numerous attacks from the terrorists. When
they were finally fought off and the smoke had cleared, one
quarter of the meta-human population of the city were dead, and
hundreds of normal humans as well.

>>>>>[For those who don't know, the Purity League was the northern
equivalent of Alamos 20,000. I think there were close to ten
thousand members in the northern UCAS and Quebec. After the North
Bay battle, the group splintered into smaller terrorist groups. A
few of them took another shot at the town, but they didn't last
much longer than the military. Eventually, we all got tired of PL
groups taking shots at us and we took out about half-a-dozen of
their compounds with some of the CF-201's the military 'left
behind.' No trouble after that...]<<<<<
- Tag <11:44:30/11-07-50>

At this point, the meta-humans rallied and, in a prolonged battle,
took over the base. All military personnel were killed on sight.
Before the UCAS even had time to mobilize, the angry dwarves had
turned the base into a fortress. A takeover attempt by a battalion
of UCAS infantry was beaten back with 70% casualties before they
had even reached the outskirts of the city. A second assault was
called off when Quebec sent an ultimatum warning that any more
mobilization of troops within 50 miles of the border would be met
with force. No more attacks on the base were ever attempted.

>>>>>[Fraggin' idiots! They didn't even have any air support, no
prelim recon, nothing. I guess they didn't figure that a group who
could take one of the stronger military bases in the country could
also hold it.]<<<<<
- Chuck D <03:45:16/11-08-50>

In the aftermath, the defenses of what was now called the Warrens
were increased even more. The contents of the air base, still
containing several military CF-201 interceptor/bombers, were
supplemented by stolen military craft, most notably four Ares
Dragon helicopters, at least a dozen heavy panzers, and an EFA
interceptor. The newly formed government of the Warrens also began
encouraging riggers running the Quebec border to use to base as a
resupply point. As a result, the base normally has a number
'visiting' panzers and several other craft on call.

Much of the complex was destroyed during the fighting, and sizable
portions of the grid serving the base had to have extensive work
performed on them. As well, close to two thirds of the base was
lost due to cave-ins during the fighting. This includes the Matrix
Warfare labs, one of the larger magical research labs, and close
to half of the bio-warfare labs.

>>>>>[Heh. "Close to two thirds." Slight understatement there
chums. Getting into the bloody place took a fraggin' big pile of
explosives, in all kinds of bad spots. I think we lost more 'cause
of overkill with the boomers than we did to the security systems.
From what I saw, and I saw a lot, the rebuild after the quake was
a real spit 'n glue type job. Wires hangin' all over the place,
cracks and crevices all over the place, tunnels packed with
rubble.]<<<<<
- Tall Boy <05:09:34/11-22-50>

>>>>>[You wouldn't believe the security on this place. I stopped
there one day for a refuel, and got to look around. They still
have the blast doors from the original base (the ones designed to
handle a nuke...), but with a few more feet of some kind of
ceramic shielding attached. There are camera/servo-gun
combinations in almost every corridor, and most of the larger
corridors has gas vents and servo- grenade launchers. I was told
that most of the passages are rigged with explosives to collapse
on command. And this was just the residential areas. They wouldn't
let me into any of the high security areas.]<<<<<
- ReRun <11:07:21/11-26-50>

>>>>>[Magically, this place isn't nearly as tight. I mean, they're
dwarves mostly, right. Dwarf mages are pretty rare, and there are
absolutely no shamans in the place. I've been told that the high
tech/high contamination atmosphere of the places drives most of
them nuts in the first week, and none have managed to last more
that a month without killing themselves. I've heard rumours of
toxic shamans in the abandoned areas though. They'd thrive on the
bio-hazards]<<<<<
- Barron <23:17:42/12-03-50>

>>>>>[I do not know about toxic shamans, but there are things deep
within the Warrens that are many times worse. I have fought things
that would make the UCAS think twice about wanting the Warrens
back. I have fought things that make myself think twice about ever
going back]<<<<<
- Pendragon <12:01:00/12-05-50>

>>>>>[At least you beat them. I've lost a few friends who decided
that bio-prospecting was the way to go. Damn right it's the way to
go. To you're grave, if they can find enough to bury.]<<<<<
- Barron <00:23:14/12-10-50>

>>>>>[Are you kidding? There's a fortune to make bio-prospecting
down there. Only about ten percent, maybe less, of the base is
currently occupied. That leaves a lot of room for exploration.
I've come across a few mega-nuyen finds in that place in only the
six months I've been in there. The beasties sure as hell don't
deter me from going down there.]<<<<<
- Jade Hunter <10:37:02/12-15-50>

>>>>>[That's not quite true about the lack of mages. There are a
few of them down there, but they are very isolated. They spend a
lot of time in the old magical labs, trying to decipher the
military magic notation. I'm also told that they spend time
putting together new spells, tailored for the underground. I must
agree that there are no shamans.]<<<<<
- Ice Bunny <15:00:33/12-17-50>


ORGANIZATION

The North Bay government is divided into two areas. There is the
city government, essentially a town council governing close to
eight thousand residents of the city, and there is the Security
Council of the Warrens, governing the close to four thousand
permanent residents of the underground complex. The city
government defers to the Security Council on defense matters, but
is otherwise independent. As well, Kenji Biotech maintains a
compound approximately twenty kilometers from the city, with its
independent corporate government. Neither the Security Council nor
the town government have any kind of diplomatic relations with any
neighbours. The closest they have come are the occasional
'negotiation teams,' battalion sized combat groups sent out to
deal with suspected infringements on their territory.

It is policy of the Security Council to encourage criminal
elements of both the UCAS and Quebec to use the base as a resupply
point. Specifically, the Warrens deals well with riggers running
the Quebec/UCAS border. In this manner, they receive new
technology, while riggers are offered a safe resupply zone, fuel,
and for aircraft, a large defended runway with heavy concrete
hangars. Occasionally, it is believed that the Security Council
participates in some of the runs, adding the occasional panzer
team to a run.

>>>>>[Those negotiation teams are nasty. I saw one go after a
Humanis compound that someone (stupid) established about 50 km
away from the base. All that they left of the place was a few
burnt out shells and a lot of craters. Those CF-201's are killers
on a strafing run.]<<<<<
- Puck <23:10:06/11-04-50>

>>>>>[If you happen to visit the Warrens, don't screw with the
security procedures. If you get out of line, even by a millimeter,
they toast you. This place doesn't follow anyone else's laws, so
they don't have any trouble in shooting people. This is only
security procedures, you can raise all the hell you like, shoot
people randomly, etc., and they won't bother you. They assume that
anyone in the Warrens who gets killed shouldn't be there anyways.
Nice, friendly people.]<<<<<
- Omega Wolf <14:50:33/11-19-50>

>>>>>[I can speak from experience that the sight of one of the
Warrens concrete hangars is one of the most uplifting things
you're likely to see. Cheap fuel, good, solid repair jobs, and
lots of reloads are the norm. And after a run of the Quebec
defenses, you normally need it.]<<<<<
- ReRun <11:24:53/11-26-50>

>>>>>[They're pretty good about paying for your cargo too. I
exchanged a load of Vindicator cannons for some really hot bio
material. You wouldn't believe the profit I made on them.]<<<<<
- Jade Hunter <04:45:36/12-03-50>


GEOGRAPHY

THE WARRENS

The Warrens was perhaps one of the largest and most intricate of
underground bases in the NORAD system. At its largest capacity,
after its last expansion in 2006, it could hold close to 12,000
residents full time in housing zones, as well as close to three
times as much room in labs and storage areas. At its largest
occupancy it only held three thousand. In the aftermath of the
quake and the battles, much of the base was lost to collapses in
the tunnel system and bio-chemical contamination. Indeed, few
residents move out of the known safe zones without enviro-suits.

The inhabitable area of the base is currently divided into three
main zones: Residential, security, and supply. Residential zones
contain all the space and services necessary for the four thousand
residents. Security zone handles not only the defensive systems of
the base, but controls close to forty kilometers of territory
around the base, and monitors out to an unknown distance. Supply
consists of the food production caverns and several small factory
areas producing necessities of life for the underground. As well,
a large portion of its efforts go towards the recovery of gear
from the lost areas of the base.

Defensively, the base is a wonder of technology. Almost every
corridor is covered by camera/servo-gun combinations, and most of
them are monitored. Externally, a large sensor array searches for
air targets, and two interceptors are always ready to scramble in
case of threat. Most of the ground around the base is also covered
by sensor arrays. It is suspected that these arrays extend
northward to the Quebec border, and forty to fifty kilometers to
the south. Heavy panzers also patrol the areas around the base,
and infantry teams patrol the outskirts of the city. To top things
off, every adult resident of the base is trained in the operation
of most of the systems of the base, and almost all carry heavy
sidearms at all times.

Aboveground, the airport is the main feature. The ancient
commercial airport has been converted entirely into the military
base. Concrete hangars house a fleet of at least a dozen
helicopters, between six and eight CF-201 fighters, two EFA
interceptors, and a fleet of panzers. As well, a variety of
conventional armored vehicles are housed.

>>>>>[The way I understand it, security nowadays has gone down the
tubes. A lot of the servo-guns are more or less dead, the lighting
in the tunnels has been cut down, and many of the security sensor
arrays have been taken out by weather, Humanis infiltrators, and
some of the animals in the area. Some parts of the complex have
turned into little tribal caverns, and I hear a lot of gang fights
go on in the tunnels. Is this just rumour, or what?]<<<<<
- Komet Kid <02:19:50/11-06-50>

>>>>>[The whole servo-gun thing is a rumour, but they sure don't
look like they'd work. I hear that Security Council technical
teams occasionally select a few guns and give them a little work
so they look like they're dead. The thing about the lighting is
entirely correct, but since all the security cameras have been
replaced with thermo systems, it doesn't matter much. Besides,
they never needed lighting anyways. Think about it. They're mostly
dwarves. Built in thermographics. As far as the tribal thing, it's
true, but not in the Security controlled sections. Since they're
completely isolated from the rest of the complex by some serious
defense systems, they really don't care what goes on down there.
Besides, they use it as a training ground for their troops.]<<<<<
- ReRun <17:09:27/11-09-50>

>>>>>[I don't know about isolation. I heard about a Banshee that
got into the residential section and killed off a couple people
before they fragged it. Supposedly it got in through some ancient
ventilation tunnels. Understandably, the SC downplayed it quite a
bit.]<<<<<
- Barron <01:07:48/12-10-50>

>>>>>[While you're in the Warrens, some places you might run into.
First, a note on finding your way around. The place is organized
in colour zones, Red being the main security zone, purple, green,
blue, and white being the residential section, and orange, gray,
and black being the factory/research zones. If you see the black
zone, by the way, get the hell out of it. If you're not
authorized, you're dead. Then the place is set up in levels, from
1 to, as far as I know, 40. The Access number is the "street
address" of the place. You might have to ask directions to find
the Access, the place is a real maze.

Temporaries Hostel
Green Zone, Level 7, Access 1409
Large Hotel
No racial bias
LTG# 0956
Manager: Armand Lorino
If you're a visiting rigger, they normally put you up in the
Temporaries. A really nice place, big rooms, awesome room service,
and solid doors (this is real important in the Warrens). No
problems with weapons, armor, but they don't like customers
killing each other.

Cavern One
Green Zone, Level 17, Access 0043
Nightclub
Bias towards non-riggers
LTG# 9844
Owner: Morin Desjardine
You can't really call it a nightclub, 'cause the Warrens doesn't
have a day/night cycle. This is the hottest spot for riggers. The
amount of tips and information running around this place is
fantastic, and Rick, one of the bartenders, has run the Quebec
border at least fifty times, still does, and likes talking about
it. Weapons are allowed, fighting is allowed, but don't shoot the
staff.

Purple Zone Bazaar
Purple Zone, Level 10, various entries
Open Marketplace
No racial bias
Organizer: Lt. Lesli Darrien
In every zone of the Warrens, there exists a mall. The purple zone
bazaar takes the cake. Located in a really massive cavern that
used to be a series of gyms before the walls were taken out, jam
packed with several hundred people, you can buy and sell anything
here, plus a few other items. BTLs, body parts, military hardware,
data, anything. Don't try to rip anyone off though, because the
place is organized by the security council, and there's normally
about three platoons of regular infantry roaming the crowd, and a
few drones hovering over your head.]<<<<<
- Komet Kid <00:34:59/12-12-50>

>>>>>[We can't forget something really important, can we?

Security Council HQ
Red Zone, Level 15-20, various Accesses
Large Office Building
LTG# 1111
The nerve center of the Security Council, this multi-level complex
is open day and night, heavily guarded, and real important to
visitors. This is the place where you arrange permission for a
temporary stay, Warrens citizenship, sale of really big/hot cargo,
escorts for a run through Quebec (they do this sometimes), and a
lot of other stuff. Don't screw with security. You can't carry
weapons into the place either, and if you happen to trip a
detector while you're in there, and they have them all over, the
automatic defenses will shred you.]<<<<<
- Sage <23:20:12/12-15-50>

>>>>>[Purple Zone, Level 36, Access 1034 will get you into the
abandoned section, if you fiddle with the electronics on the lock
a little. Getting back is a little tougher.]<<<<<
- anonymous <15:22:47/12-18-50>


NORTH BAY

The city proper of North Bay exists in a relatively small area
near one of the two area lakes. While in its prime the city
occupied considerably more area, the quake, depopulation, and
warfare left a much smaller population and most of the city in
ruins. The remaining population retreated into an easily defended
lakeside area, which they eventually walled off. As well, the
current location is less than a kilometer from the gates of the
Warrens.

The majority of the residents earn their pay in trade with the
Warrens. Farming, hunting, fishing, and scavenging from the city
provide a meagre, yet sufficient lifestyle for most residents. A
small portion also engage in running the Quebec border, usually
through the system of rivers and creeks of the northern
wilderness. As a result, the proliferation of weapons in the city
is extreme, where virtually everyone has access to military
hardware. The city government, as a result, tends to be quite
dynamic in that the entire upper echelon is normally 'replaced'
several times per year. The current government, led by the Dwarven
Bear shaman Erich Connors, has somehow managed to last out six
months, despite three separate attempts at deposing them.

>>>>>[Hmmm. They don't say much about the place. Sounds like some
kind of frontier town.]<<<<<
- Smily <08:45:04/11-06-50>

>>>>>[That's actually a pretty good analogy, if you add in the
military surplus family car, automatic weapons, modular housing,
and the occasional gang. The place is actually very fun at night.
The wall parties are a real blast, and some of those bars...]<<<<<
- ReRun <17:22:16/11-09-50>

>>>>>[Yeah, the wall parties are awesome. This is when a bunch of
residents get together, go up on the wall (about thirty feet high,
twenty thick with battlements) and watch the ghoul/gang wars.
Hell, sometimes targets get close enough so that we can join the
fun. And the bars, yeah, they're something else. Bass One is about
the wildest and most dangerous place I've ever been, and The Tank
is phenomenal. The Tank, by the way, is a reconstruction of the
place that started that riot in town way back near the turn of the
century. They have this big Leopard tank imbedded in the wall. And
the turret still moves...When you're completely burned and the
thing starts pointing your way...]<<<<<
- anonymous <23:50:05/11-24-50>


OUTSKIRTS

When the population of the city retreated to a relatively small
area, the remainder of the city became easy pickings for all
manner of squatters and more sinister residents. A few
homesteaders live out of the main city, in small walled
fortresses. These are normally surrounded by small plots of
cultivated land and several layers of razor wire, minefields, and
remote weapons systems. Aside from these few, the remainder of the
residents consist of a variety of gangs, squatters, and a fair
number of ghouls. Nearly every night the city erupts with the
sound of gunfire, explosions, and such as the gangs fight running
battles with ghouls over scavenged food supplies. Occasionally the
city sends out troops to cull the number of ghouls, but lately
this has resulted in considerable casualties. It is expected that
the practice will be discontinued in the near future, unless more
military vehicles can be borrowed from the Warrens.

>>>>>[This is not a place to get caught outside in at night. I've
seen groups of ghouls go after some of the homesteads with
flamethrowers. They're much worse on people caught in the
open.]<<<<<
- Looie Loo <20:39:04/11-02-50>

>>>>>[The reason the combat teams have been getting shot up so
much is due to infiltrators, not the ghouls and gangs. It seems
the Purity League is about to have another go at the Warrens, the
poor, stupid buggers.]<<<<<
- From the Deep <11:02:00/11-07-50>

>>>>>[Wasn't the PL wiped out?]<<<<<
- Tag <13:55:30/11-02-50>


KENJI BIOTECH

The Kenji Biotech compound is typical of Japanese corporations. A
number of modular housing units, a factory, and various services
all contained in a high wall studded with defensive systems. There
are several helicopter pads, and almost daily one heads over to
the Warrens airport to pick up some bio-hazard. It is estimated
that 200 workers live here, but the exact figure is unknown.

On a rare occasion, Kenji will recruit workers from the town,
usually to supplement security. Normally they simply bring in
workers from one of their other factories.

If is unknown exactly what the purpose of the Kenji base is,
however it is obviously known to some party as a number of
attempts by criminal elements to enter have been made on the
compound. It is unknown whether any have succeeded - Kenji Biotech
does not have much in the way of public relations. It's suspected
that the heavy security has been more than a match for the runner
teams.

>>>>>[Yup, that's one thing the locals are good at. Supplementing
security.]<<<<<
- Tall Boy <23:50:01/11-08-50>

>>>>>[This Kenji outpost is just there for the purpose of testing
the various items from the Warrens. It is believed that, as well
as the daily chopper run, they send in exploratory teams through
some hidden passages. They also pay bio-prospectors pretty well
for their stuff.]<<<<<
- ReRun <02:05:20/11-09-50>

>>>>>[They do send exploration teams. I have encountered a few
members of these teams, violently. They are heavily armed, and use
powerful magic. They do not know the passages though, and that is
their weakness.]<<<<<
- Pendragon <20:17:51/12-01-50>

>>>>>[I wouldn't be braggin' about that chum. Kenji has some real
vicious security units. I for one would not want to have a run in
with them.]<<<<<
- Chuck D <14:08:21/12-10-50>

>>>>>[I do not brag, and I do not fear Kenji Biotech.]<<<<<
- Pendragon <18:58:06/12-10-50>

>>>>>[Maybe you don't, chum, but a lot do. 'Cept maybe said
'criminal elements.' I have it on good authority that they're
actually a bunch of good old boys from town after KB's ass for
something or other. If you've met the towns good old boys, you
sure wouldn't want to be in Kenji's position, chums. Maybe you
think yer big city go-go-gangs are tough, but you don't want to be
around when these guys pull up in an APC with belt fed
Vindicator/GL mounts on the top. Or the LAW rockets in the back of
the family pickup. 'Less you got a panzer.]<<<<<
- Wastrel <00:10:58/12-21-50>


THE MATRIX

The Warrens matrix has been torn down, damaged, patched and
overhauled so many times that no one can really say what it is.
The original military connections, dating back to approximately
1970, are still connected to the state of the art system added
around 2038. Add to this hundreds of line patches and the various
hardware running the system, and the result is what some deckers
have called the most dangerous grid on the planet. The Security
Council has taken advantage of the deadliness of the system by
connecting their own system inside the many layers of military IC
still operating. This is possibly the only major weakness in their
defensive systems. Currently, the outer security layer of the grid
is purely the old 2038 military system with a few patches. These
system patches, however, are indistinguishable from the old
system. Once past this main outer layer, the ancient internal
military systems are mixed in with many system patches and the new
government systems. Security is laughable. To quote the infamous
decker Sparrow, "A complete drek-head could cut through that stuff
with a turtle and on-the-fly utilities." Analysis by an
independent consulting firm has confirmed this opinion. The
matrix, while possibly the easiest way to access the Warren
goings-on, has little to offer in the case of a large scale
assault. Thorough analysis has indicated that absolutely no
external slave system such as doors or ventilation systems are
connected to the grid. Only a few internal security cameras,
obviously passed over in the rebuilding, seem to exist. Quite
possibly there is a second, unconnected system controlling all
this.

The city system is attached to the Warrens grid, but the security
of it is minimal. The biggest threat outside the Warrens is the
Kenji Biotech grid. Strong corporate IC has encouraged many
invaders of the North Bay system to look for their fortunes
elsewhere. It is of interest to note that the area grid is still
connected to the international system, although the Warrens is
technically speaking a criminal outpost. Attempts were made in the
early years of its establishment by UCAS technical teams to remove
the system, but the teams were overwhelmed by the number of
ancient military connections to the outside grid. It is estimated
that there are close to three hundred independent connections to
the UCAS RTG, as well as those to the Quebec and Algonkian-Manitoo
RTGs.

>>>>>[The thing about this mix of the new and the old is that it
leaves all kinds of holes in the security there. The government
relies on the older military ice to keep out intruders, so they
have relatively light security themselves. So if you're good, you
can trace a path through the old military systems without a hint
of ice...]<<<<<
-Key Cat <12:01:51/11-01-50>

>>>>>[If you're lucky, chummer, you might. If you're not lucky,
you could be toast. I thought I had a nice little entry, 'til I
hit the wandering ice. I was lucky. I only lost a Cyber-7.]<<<<<
-Nova <23:20:00/11-04-50>

>>>>>[Yeah, tell me about it. I got chased halfway through the
system before I managed to kill the sucker! By that time, there
were fragging alarms going off all the way to Chiba. I almost got
hit by a Trace, but it managed to get bogged down in one of their
patches. Not that it would have mattered much. There's no one for
the Trace to call back to!]<<<<<
-Ice Falcon <03:57:09/11-07-50>

>>>>>[You killed the ice?!? Frag, this is military ice here!]<<<<<
-Stink Bug <17:34:10/11-08-50>

>>>>>[You betcha! It took a bit, but I had this MG9067-SF
hardening chip my buddy Tall Boy picked up in one of the old
Matrix Warfare labs down there. Besides that, I don't think the
ice was updated for the patches, because it really slowed down
when it hit 'em. And it may be military ice, but it's still a
decade old.]<<<<<
-Ice Falcon <12:30:38/11-12-50>

>>>>>[This military stuff is peanuts compared to some of the Kenji
Biotech system they have in town. I was doing a look-see on the
Kenji system, and did I get a little surprise. I burn the fraggin'
Killer, in a Red node no less, was browsing some data, and then
the alarms go off. So I haul ass for the SAN, and what do you know
but the Killer is back up, meaner than ever, and lookin' for me!
Far as I can tell, they've got something that's
regenerating.]<<<<<
-Louie Loo <02:12:15/11-18-50>

>>>>>[That's pretty doubtful. You probably just set something off
when you were browsing, and it started the alert and rebuilt the
ice.]<<<<<
-Screamer <20:45:07/11-19-50>

>>>>>[Like hell I did, chum! I've been scanning for things like
that since...well, since I set one off. If they were capable of
something my little 'mine detector' couldn't find, then I'd never
have got past that ice in the first place.]<<<<<
-Louie Loo <03:47:32/11-24-50>

>>>>>[My question is, with all the various hardware, how do they
maintain the thing?]<<<<<
-Argand <21:04:59/12-02-50>

>>>>>[They don't. They can't. They don't even know where the
hardware running half the thing is, and they don't know how to
maintain what they can find. When a machine goes down, they just
replace it with something a little more modern, and maybe patch
the area around it. >From what I've heard, some of the military
ice they can't even get to recognize the Security Council deckers.
They've lost a few to that problem.]<<<<<
-Ice Falcon <11:13:40/12-04-50>

>>>>>[Who would want to get into the system in the first place?
The place is ancient.]<<<<<
- Kormack <14:08:18/12-11-50>

>>>>>[If you can get into the MW mainframe, you have paydata.
There are programs in there that were designed to take out Sov
military IC, and that means they can cut through modern corp IC
like a Fairlight Excalibur through Blue Access. You just have to
find the lab. And finding it doesn't mean you can find it again.
The fraggin' system changes so often...]<<<<<
- From the Deep <09:46:40/12-13-50>




THE MEAT MARKET

THE IMMIGRANT STREET PRIEST (Exorcist)
                          Jerry Stratton <[e-mail]>
      Priorities: Attributes 4, Magic 3, Tech 2, Skills 1, Race 0


The Street Priest came to North America from either Spain or
Italy, and is usually male. In his youth, he was an athlete, and
he used this to pull himself up from the streets. When he reached
puberty, he started talking to god, and devoted himself to the
priesthood. When he started out, he discovered a talent for
exorcisms, but didn't realize he could conjure until much later.

The street priest is not fully accepted by the church hierarchy,
and does not really care. He spends his time with the people of
the street, tending to their spiritual needs and, when possible,
protecting them from secular harm. His knowledge of Christian
theology is tempered with urban legends and mythology.

The street priest is not a shadowrunner, although such a priest
might become involved with a shadowrun team for a specific
purpose. The street priest may well ask for a donation of time if
the people of the street are having trouble with a certain
corporation or government agency.

The street priest can usually be found running food or medical
supplies to people in need, or helping out at a local Catholic
soup kitchen.

If the priest's contact is a fixer, the priest trades information
and occasional sanctuary for information on food and medical
supplies.

QUOTES:
"Please. These people are poor, and are unable to meet your
demands."
"Heaven and Hell await you, son. You must choose."
"Madre de dios, seûor, the community needs this food. How can you
allow it to be thrown out?"
"No, we have nothing for you to steal. Perhaps you might make a
donation to the people instead?"
"Meditate on this while you heal, my child."
"The Angels of the Lord attend me and my needs."

ATTRIBUTES
Body          6
Quickness     4
Strength      5
Charisma      6
Intelligence  4
Willpower     5
Essence       6
Reaction      4

SKILLS
Conjuring           6
Street Etiquette    2
Theology            1
     Christianity   3
Athletics           5
Unarmed Combat      3
Performance         1
     Oratory        2
          Religious 4

LANGUAGES
Spanish or Italian 6
Church Latin       5
English            3

CONTACTS
Any Street Type (prob. Doctor or Fixer)

GEAR
Used Car (often breaks down)
Religious (Conjuring) Library
     Rating 6 (300 lbs)
Car Phone
Ordinary Clothing
Priestly Clothing
Priestly Equipment
Conjuring Materials (8,000Y)

The priest will probably have already conjured two elementals with
the above conjuring materials (remember that the priest has to buy
the materials specifically for the force and type of elemental).
Street priests tend to prefer air and fire elementals. These are
more in line with their calling. The priest will probably be
attended by a Force 5 air elemental and a Force 3 fire elemental.

>>>[Note to Game masters: if the player decides to go for a Force
6 or greater elemental, you might want to be present for the
success test -- if the success test is failed, those 6,000Y or so
of materials are gone.]<<<
-- Jerry [08:33:22/05-12-92]

The priest will always attempt to conjure spirits in private. To
him, conjuring is a personal sacrament. The street priest is
always aware of the ambiguities inherent in summoning, and tries
very hard to make it obvious that God is the source of power, and
the priest is only the conduit for that power. Some street priests
will believe that spirits are forms of angels. Others believe them
to be demons, bound by God's will. Or, perhaps they're simply
manifestations of the Holy Ghost, the spirit of God. Such
manifestations appeared as tongues of flame to the apostles, and
as a strong wind to others.


THE JACK OF ALL TRADES (Jack-o-T)
                                  Wordman <[e-mail]>
        Priorities: Tech 4, Attributes 3, Skills 2, Magic/Race 1/0


The Jack-of-all-Trades uses many skills, but is master of none.
His kind have always existed, but the SkillSoft tech of today make
him more able than ever. He prides himself on having the tech and
knowledge to deal with any situation. To him, the Shadowrun ╤ with
its unpredictable curves and pit-falls ╤ is the ultimate test of
his diversity.

QUOTES:
"Look, man, your average shadowrunner has a problem: he's a
specialist. One'll run the matrix, another'll drive you 'round,
and another is just some dude with a big gun. Everyone's a
specialist these days.
"Not me.
"I can do everything, for you, chummer. One call does it all. And
if I can't do it myself, I'll just get me a chip that'll help me
help myself. Sure, so maybe a Razorguy can eliminate the
opposition better'n me, but what's he gonna do when he's alone and
needs some data? You need an adaptable sort like me running for
you. Ain't a situation I can't handle.
"So...we deal or what?"

ATTRIBUTES
Body:         4
Quickness:    5
Strength:     4
Charisma:     3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower:    4
Essence:      2.0
Reaction:     0

SKILLS
Armed Combat:       4
Computer:           6
Car:                4
Etiquette (Street): 4
Firearms:           6

CYBERWARE
Chipjacks (Four, plus one included with Skillwires)
Cybereyes with Flare Compensation, Low-Light, and Thermographic
    Imaging
Datajack
Datasoft Link
Display Link
Headware Memory (90 Mp)
Skillwires (6)
Smartgun Link

CONTACTS
Any Street Type
Decker
Fixer
Mechanic
Rigger
Street Doc

GEAR
Heckler & Koch HK227 (w/ built-in Smartgun)
Lined Coat
Fuchi Cyber-4 w/Response Increase (1): Bod 6, Evasion 6, Masking
6, Sensors 6, Attack 4, Evaluate 4, Sleaze 5
Skillsofts (all general)
     Three knowledge (3)
     One knowledge (6)
     Three active (3)
     One active (6)
     One language (10)
     One language (9)



THE MAGE HUNTER (Dwarven)
                 Hubris, the Shadowmaster <[e-mail]>
     Priorities: Race 4, Attributes 3, Magic 2, Tech 1, Skills 0



Mage Hunter is, as his name implies, the worst nightmare of the
unsuspecting spell-tosser. His family may have been murdered by
magic, he just might hate mages enough to want to do them harm.
Either way, he hunts mages for a living, which means he'll have no
problems getting work.

QUOTES:
"Yeah. I'm clean. I got no 'ware. Don't mean I ain't bad enough.
Just means you're to stupid to see. I could crush you like last
week's newsfax. Don't worry. I won't... yet.

ATTRIBUTES
Body:         4
Quickness:    5
Strength:     7
Charisma:     3
Intelligence: 3
Willpower     7
Essence:      6
Reaction:     4(6)

SKILLS
Etiquette(Street)       2
Firearms                6
Interrogation(Physical) 2(4)
Stealth(Urban)          1(3)
Unarmed Combat          4

GEAR
Colt Manhunter(w/ 1 extra clip & 30 rounds Reg ammo)
Form Fitting Body Armor(Lvl 3 B-4 I-1)



ECONOMICS OF SHADOWRUNNING

Corporation Report: Economics of Independent Illegal Operatives --
'Shadowrunners'
                           [e-mail] (Earl A. Hubbell)



Abstract: Statistical analysis applied with some wild assumptions
demonstrates 1) Shadowrunners are not generally a significant
force and 2) They are an economic preferred alternative to 'in-
house' operatives, despite general unreliability.


SEATTLE OF 2050:
Population : 3x106 individuals
Corporate affiliated: 1.5x106
Below Poverty: 1x106

Thus, we see economically independent units compose 5x105
individuals. We rule out the 'Below Poverty Level' population, as
any significantly skilled/cybered/magic unit will be aggressively
recruited/have entered poverty voluntarily/will not be counted in
standard census.

From the UCAS census estimates, we have approximately 1% of the
population having 'significant' cyber-enhancements (so called
'samurai', 'riggers' or 'deckers') or significant magical
enhancement ('physical adepts'). Full mages compose approximately
.1% of the population.

Thus, there are approximately 3x104 units of significant personal
power in Seattle. Of these units, 3,000 are mages. Due to
aggressive corporate recruiting, it is estimated that only 10% of
the 'significant' population may be considered 'independent'.
Thus, we have 3x103 significant units, of which 300 are mages.

For obvious reasons, counting this population is difficult,
however, it seems that only approximately 20% of this final group
engage in high-risk operations (the remaining 'independents'
belonging to various 'normal' occupations).

Thus, the 'significant' population available to 'shadowrun'
consists of merely 60 mages, 60 skilled 'deckers', approximately
120 riggers, 120 physical adepts, and 300 samurai (numbers do not
add due to some overlap in categories, and approximation errors).

Given the near-necessity of 'magical cover' on any significant
operation, we see an operating population of approximately 100
'teams' of runners within Seattle, composed from a pool of
approximately 600 'powered' individuals, and approximately 2,000
skilled personnel in various 'support' positions (so-called
'fixers', 'detectives', 'security consultants', 'cannon-
fodder'...)

This explains the 'close-knit' nature of an otherwise paranoid
profession - the 'teams' generally know of each other, at least by
reputation, and in the case of mages, almost certainly by
individual (deckers as well). They interact with the same
population, travel in the same circles, need the same information,
think the same way.

Thus, we see that although 'runners' form a relatively large force
on the scale they tend to operate, their disorganized nature tends
to leave them with little real impact on corporate operations.


PART 2: ECONOMICS OF CORPORATE/SHADOWRUNNER INTERACTION.

SEATTLE:
Median Income: 25 kY/year.

This figure is highly unreliable, due to the very visible presence
of 'unreported' money floating throughout many credit networks.
Cash-flow estimations are therefore difficult, and much more
approximate than any other computations.

Total cash available to non-corporate individuals:
approximately 1010 Y/year. (note - most of this 'income' is in
fact passed back and forth between individuals of little note, or
flows from the UCAS government to the welfare recipients, and is
then returned, allowing the UCAS to claim{digression deleted})

Total cash available to corporate individuals:
approximately 1011 Y/year (note - due to the 'pyramid' structure
of the society in 2050, most of the money is available to the top
1% of the population, and is unreported due to various tricks with
corporate holdings, services provided 'gratis', etc...)

Due to the familiar 'money surge' as international financial
markets open and close during the daylight hours, approximately
3x109 Y value flows into and out of Seattle each day. This drives
a fair amount of 'high finance', but has little effect on the
lives of 'independents'. {digression deleted}

Assuming corporations, for optimum functioning, require the
occasional 'bending' of stringent regulations and laws, since 100%
law enforcement has been found to not be cost-effective in
'security maintenance' (see Lone-Star report #115345:
'Optimization of Law Enforcement by the Saad-Dine Algorithm').
Assume 99% of all corporate functioning may be 'above question'.
Assume further that plausible deniability may be established for
corporate operatives in 90% of the remaining cases. This leaves
.1% of funds available, indeed, nearly required, to be spent
outside the corporation on 'extra-legal' operations.

From our previous numbers, we obtain an estimated 108 Y/year
available in the Seattle area for payment of independent
operatives. Given the estimated population of 102 teams, this
works out to 106 Y/year income per team - a high-paying income,
cut into by the various individuals in the network being paid for
their support services. (An interesting parallel to income tax may
be made here - some free-market assumptions about 'government by
market forces' seem to be confirmed.)

In practice, there is a strong stratification within runner
society- most exist in an environment of rapid cash-flow, and
succeed in merely a comfortable existence, punctuated by gambling
with their lives. The rare high-success ratio teams are looked
upon with great awe, and keep most of the merely adequate teams
'playing with the death lottery', and are often assumed to have
some 'favor' or 'technique' that they have hit upon, when in
reality most of the difference comes from statistical anomalies
(the familiar 'gamblers paradox' restated).

Note that the total economic force available to the 'runners' is
about a factor of 10 less than the total population of
'independents', and so plays only a minor role in the economic
life of the city (welfare recipients alone exceed their cash,
although most of it is spent on 'necessities').

APPENDIX:
Some interesting breakdowns, and error analysis.

The total number of 'runners', seems likely to be accurate to
within 50%. Smaller categories may vary by up to 200% (number of
mages - shamans are especially notorious for not being counted).

With that in mind, however, some interesting secondary data may be
applied to our results:
Adjusted population ratios:
Human: .5 among independents
Ork: .2
Elf: .2
Other .1
(these do not equal 'average' population ratios for Seattle, due
to aggressive recruiting of humans by corporations, however, the
accessibility of cyberware to humans seems to be larger, somewhat
balancing this trend).

Adjusted education ratios:
.7 High School or lower
.2 Bachelors or equivalent
.1 Ph.D. or other advanced

(a large population of 'independents' tend to have informal or
unusual educations, if they have them at all, and so are
(mis)counted in the lower population. Surprisingly, a large number
of advanced degrees are present in the independent population.)

Some consequences:
There are approximately 45 samurai/adepts presumed to have Ph.D.'s
in various fields - these subjects should probably be interviewed
for a psychological study, so we can identify dangerous trends in
our own employees.

Personal curiosity has led me to independently investigate the two
known dwarf runner physical adepts possessing Ph.D.'s. It seems
that they are twin brothers, and interestingly enough, bitter
enemies on the street. {deleted as digression}
- Dr. R. Smith-Nabulsi
Boeing-Mitsuhama Statistics Group 5.

[Dug this out of some corporate's personal files in his headware
memory, when a corporate extraction went wrong and we were forced
to put him on the open market - thought you might find it amusing
- Slash]

[I found a similar Renraku report on 'Corporate Cyberware: Cash
Efficient or Research Boondoggle' - made some interesting points
about cost-optimization within the corporate environment for
cyberware. - Elephant]



THE WORD ON THE STREETS
                      A definitive listing of street slang in 2050
               compiled by the Dark Elf <[e-mail]>



A-Boys: A type of boostergang whose motif is a specific animal.
Angel: A benefactor, especially an unknown one.
Arc: An arcology.
Ballerinas: Reflex boosted female assassins in the employ of a
    major corp.
Booster: Gang member that uses cyberware, leathers, and violence
    as a way of life.
Bounts: Bounty hunters.
Bopper: A robot.
Brain Tap: A datajack or a chipjack.
Breeder: Orc slang for a "normal" human.
Business: In slang context, crime. Also "Biz."
Buzz: Go away. Buzz off.
Chipped: Enhanced by cyberware.
CHOOH: ("choo") Slang for alcohol, as used in vehicle power
    plants.
Chromatic: Heavy Metal music.
Chromer: Slang for metalheads, heavy metal fans.
Chummer: Pal or Buddy.
Cinema: A movie, usually in tri-d.
Clavie: Any person who lives in an enclave.
Combat Drugs: Designer drugs for military use.
Comm: The telephone.
Corp: Corporation, corporate.
CORPSE: CORPorate Security Expert, a corporate assassin.
Cowboy: A decker/netrunner.
Dadie: Knowledge or skill chip.
Dandelion Eater: An Elf, very insulting. See also Keeb.
Dataslave: a corporate decker or a data processing employee.
Datasteal: Theft of data from a computer, usually by decking.
DEBS: Transvestites, a type of posergang.
Deck: 1. A cyberdeck. 2. To use a cyberdeck illegally.
Decker: A pirate cyberdeck user. Derived from 20th century
     "hacker."
Deckhead: A Simsense addict. Or anyone with a datajack/ chipjack.
Derms: see Dorphs.
Dinks: Any member of a rival boostergang.
Dorphs: Designer drugs that increase healing rate and limit
     fatigue. (also, Derms)
Dr. Know: A contact who always seems to have useful info. Also a
     seller of knowledge and skill chips.
Drek: Shit.
Duck: A person who carries more weapons than could possibly be
     needed.
Dumped: Involuntary ejection from the matrix.
Enclave: Corporate subsidized housing aka the projects.
Exec: Corporate executive.
Fate Meat: Someone bound for the body banks. "It is his fate to be
     meat"
Fetishman: A talismonger, a dealer in magical items.
Flatlined: killed in the matrix by Black IC.
Flickerclading: A synthetic plastic material impregnated with
     fiber optics and temperature gauges designed to respond to
     skin temperature, a 21st century version of the mood ring,
     but is worn as clothing.
Frag: a common swear word.
Fringe, The: Edges of society where nomads hang out, barrens.
Geek: To kill.
Glitter Clothes: Clothes made of flickercladding.
Glitter Folk: Rich people who only have time and money.
Go-go-go: A bike gang or gang member.
Gothics: A posergang whose motif is death and old b&w horror
     movies.
Gutter Jumpers: Claim jumpers among the homeless, squatters.
Gyro: A small one or two man helicopter.
Hardwired: 1. Having Cyberware. 2. Unable to change, inflexible
     options.
Heatwave: A police crackdown.
Hitmage: A magic-using assassin.
Hoi: Hi, Hello.
Hose: 1. Louse up, screw up. 2. to spray with an automatic weapon.
Hydro: 1. Hydrogen fuel. 2. anyone crazy enough to take it as a
     drug.
ICE: Security software. Intrusion Countermeasure Electronics.
Input: A girlfriend.
Jacked-In: Actively using a cyberdeck.
Jam: 1. To fight or to run away "let's jam". 2. Jamming.
Jamming: 1. Sex. 2 Moshing heavily in a band. 3. Being involved in
     a paramilitary operation involving a large amount of flying
     bullets and shrapnel.
Jander: To walk in a casual or arrogant manner, to strut.
Keeb: An Elf, very insulting. See also Dandelion Eater. After a
     discontinued advertising campaign (Keebler).
Knife Bullets: Armor piercing ammunition.
Know, The: Knowledge or information.
Kobun: A Yakuza clan member.
Meat Bop Parts: Vat grown replacement body parts.
Meat Puppet: A prostitute whose memory and/or senses are disabled
     temporarily.
Mnemonic: Someone who uses a brain implant as an electronic vault.
Motorhead: A rigger or a mechanic.
Mr. Johnson: An anonymous corporate agent.
Mundane: A non-magician, or non-magical.
Muscle Boy/Girl: Someone with enhanced strength.
NetNerd: Someone who spends more time in the matrix than in the
     real world.
Ninja: A freelance assassin.
Nutrisoy: Cheap processed food product derived from soybeans,
     fortified with most essential vitamins.
Nuyen: World standard of currency. Used for Japanese foreign
     markets.
Output: A boyfriend.
Oyabun: Head of a Yakuza clan.
Panzer: A combat hovercraft/ ground effect vehicle.
Paydata: A datafile worth money on the Black Market.
Plastic Gangster: A person with a great deal of cyberware.
Plex: A metroplex, a large city.
Poli: A policlub or a policlub member.
Polymer-one-shot: A cheap hold-out pistol.
Poser Gang: Any gang whose members all adopt a specific look or
     style.
Razor Boy/Girl: A person who uses various bladed implant weapons.
Ripperdoc: A surgeon specializing in implanting illegal cyberware.
Rocker Boy/Girl: A freelance musician.
Samurai: A mercenary or muscle for hire. Implies an honor code.
Sarariman: A corporate employee.
Screamer: A credstick or passkey that triggers alarms when used.
Seoul Man: A member of a Seoulpa Ring.
Seoulpa Ring: A small criminal gang.
Shadows: The quasi-criminal world of freelance shadowrunners.
Shalkujin: An "honest" citizen.
Sinless: 1. Part of the underclass not having a SIN (c.f. System
Identification Number). 2. In the Shadows.
Slot: 1. a mild curse. 2. To use a skillsoft.
Slot and Run: 1. Hurry Up, Get to the point. 2. Move and Run.
So Ka: I understand.
Soykaf: Coffee substitute made from soybeans.
Squat: see Stuntie.
Stud/Studding: Rigging or remote control of a vehicle.
State of the Art: 1. Hipper than Hip. 2. To be on the edge.
Stuntie: A Dwarf, highly insulting. also Squat.
Sprawl: 1. A metroplex (c.f. plex). 2. To fraternize below one's
     social level.
System Identification Number (SIN): ID number assigned to every
     member of society. (but c.f. sinless)
Tag: Name, handle or trademark. To grab or take something.
Tagged: Equipped with a tracking device. Recognized.
Trid: Three-dimensional successor to video.
Trog: An Orc or a Troll, very insulting.
Very: Hip term for cool fun or "in."
VatJob: Someone who has extensive cyber/vat grown replacement
     parts.
Wagemage: A magician who works for a corp.
Wavy: Cool or smooth.
Wetware: 1. Biological enhancement. 2. Any original body organ.
Wetwork: Assassination, murder.
Wigly: Weird or different. Usually referring to a good drug trip.
Wire Boy/Girl: A decker.
Wired: Equipped with cyberware, especially wired reflexes.
Wiz: 1. Wizard. 2. anything impressive. "Truly wiz, man."
Wizard: 1. A powerful mage.
Wizworm: Slang for a Dragon.
Word, The: Any type of slang or gossip.
Yak: Yakuza. Either a clan member or a clan itself.

>>>[Hey, all you closet linguists out there. I've recently run
across an article on the evolution of words such as 'drek' and
'frag.' I'll see if I can dig them up for the next issue.]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (11:56:47/05-23-52)



SHADOW U.

NEW SKILLS, CONCENTRATIONS, AND SPECIALIZATIONS

SOCIAL SKILLS (correction from previous issue)

LEADERSHIP
 Gang

INTERROGATION
 Verbal (interviewing)
 Machine-aided (lie detectors, etc.)
 Coercive (torture) (sick, I know, but just the thing for your
    next cyberpsycho npc who is determined to get that tidbit of
    info that your players didn't know they had.)

NEGOTIATION
 Bargain (haggling, barter)
 Con (duping someone persuading someone to do something they
    normally wouldn't do)

ETIQUETTE
 Media (Journalists, Rockers, Musicians, Actors, etc.)
 Organized Crime (Yakuza, Mafia, Seoulpa rings, Tongs, inter-group
    relations)
 Religions/Cults (by religion or cult, inter-group relations)
 Tech (Technicians, Armorers, Mechanics, etc.)
 Military
 Government
    Military and Government specializations include:
       specific branches or departments
       inter-branch or department relations
       local- or state-level groups

>>>[You readers of this (the ascii version) don't have to worry;
there was no actual error there. It was only in the rich text
version.]<<<
-- Jerry (10:59:37/05-24-92)


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THE ICE BOX

>>>>>[I originally posted a rather extended version of this to the
CyberRPG mailing list. This was before I got a hold of VR and
realized that a lot of what I had posted was covered in VR. So I
changed this a fair bit...]<<<<<<
- Barron <08:14:30/05-11-92>

>>>[Here are two new bits of ice to look out for. They keep on
trying to stop us from grabbing their data. Heh.]<<<
-- Micromara [09:14:27/05-12-52]


PURGE IC
This White IC is similar to Scramble, but it will instead erase
the entire file. This IC was introduced because in the past,
deckers have been able to download and analyze the Scramble code
and reverse the process.

Purge IC takes two actions to erase a file, and if it's stopped
during the first action (Slowed, destroyed, etc) the file could
conceivably be recovered, with the help of certain YexpensiveY
utilities or maybe a real good NPC decker.

Load Rating: 1/2 Rating (round down)


DEMOLISHER IC
This is another White IC based on Scramble. It is placed in a
datastore and covers all the files in the node. When any of the
files is read by unauthorized individuals, it scrambles the entire
contents of the node. If any files are down loaded with the IC
still in place, it works similarly to Scramble, except that if the
IC is set off while within the deck, the IC, well, let's just say
it thinks of the deck as one big node, and all those files within
that node... It starts with the largest file and works its way
down. To destroy a file, roll the IC's Rating with a target number
equal to the MPCP Rating of the deck. A success indicates that the
file or program was scrambled. This is done with each file,
stopping only when the program fails a test. It goes without
saying that utilities hit cannot be run. It's possible to use a
Rebuild utility on stuff hit by Demolisher (unless, of course,
your Rebuild was scrambled...) Demolisher has a construct similar
to Scramble (a light coating of something) except that it covers
the entire node.

Load Rating: Rating x 1.5


>>>[Here are some nice little utilities to help you out. I got
mine from a friend in Seattle. Check the bulletin boards for
purveyors if you're interested, but look out for narcs.]<<<
-- Micromara [09:17:02/05-12-52]

M-2097 MINE DETECTOR
Scooped from an obscure military database by an anonymous decker,
this one will be a sure friend to the discriminating (and
cautious) This is a heavily modified Browse used to detect files
or programs that the you really doesn't want to look at. Examples
of these would be ones which cause systems alerts, activate IC,
attempt traces, infect your deck with a virus, and so on. The
target number is up to the GM, and depends on the sophistication
of the trap (take a modern virus, for instance. It can range from
the really obvious, to self-encrypting and mutating.)

Most versions of this program appear as a crew of military
engineers who scrutinize every file with what you'll recognize as
mine detection methods. Low rating programs involve some guy
crawling around poking a knife into the node in a pattern around
him, while more advanced versions consist of a couple guys with a
shovel and metal detection rig. (We've also seen a hacked Rating 1
version where some Merc, fingers in ears and eyes shut, stomps
ahead with one foot. A detection is real cute...)

Options: One-Shot, Link Rating: 1 through 10 (we got the whole
     series...)
Size: Rating^2 Price: same as Sleaze
Designer: UCAS Military


REBUILD
Something hacked together by the Ice Bunny after having One Of
Those Days. This program can be used to rebuild a scrambled file.
The program is large, slow, and unpredictable. Fortunately, the
good decker shouldn't need it much, and the bad decker, well, he
isn't reading this. That's why most of you'll want the One-Shot
version (aside from the size of the thing, that is) We understand
that the Bunny is working on something to take care of Purged
files, based on this thing.

When the program is running, roll the Rating of the utility, with
a target number equal to twice the rating of the Scramble IC that
hit the file. At least one success is necessary to even pull out
usable data. Increased successes increase the amount of usable
stuff that can be extracted (normally starts at about 50-75%). As
well, the program requires a number of rounds equal to the Rating
of the Scramble. The success test is made on the last round.

This program manifests as a bunch of cyber-gnomes who surround the
file in question, tear it into tiny bits, and start sorting it
into bits before rebuilding it. The whole process is reminiscent
of a couple hyperactive kids putting together a puzzle.

Options: One-Shot Rating: 1 through 10
Size: Rating^2 x 4 Mp Price: Same as Evasion
Designer: Ice Bunny



THE BLACK MARKET

PORTABLE VEHICLE CONTROL RIG (PVCR)
(thanks to Rat Rasta, [e-mail])

An experimental item from Mitsuhama, the PVCR uses existing
autopilot connections and wiring within the vehicle to allow a
rigger better control of the vehicle. At this point, the PVCR is
unsubtle in it's methods, using it's rating in dice to attack,
with the vehicle resisting with it's autopilot rating. Each turn
on "conflict" takes three seconds, and when the PVCR wins (which
it will), the rating of the effective VCR is the rating of the
vehicle's autopilot or the PVCR, whichever is lower.

The Mitsuhama PVCR allows a rigger to move from vehicle to vehicle
without rebuilding each vehicle.

Once the PVCR is removed, however, the vehicle has no effective
autopilot, and every subsequent driver suffers a +2 to driving
target numbers.

Mitsuhama Portable Vehicle Control Rig
   Rating     Cost
     1       20,000Y
     2       35,000Y
     3       55,000Y
     4      120,000Y
     5      190,000Y
     6      260,000Y
     7      660,000Y
     8      790,000Y
     9      999,999Y

>>>[Now, I have to admit to not knowing much about this kind of
stuff. I never even talk to the bus driver. But isn't something
like this for stealing cars?]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (10:56:05/05-09-52)



CYBERLIMBS
                              Wordman <[e-mail]>


The following rules make cyberlimbs a bit more useful than per
vanilla Shadowrun, offering some more useful extras. Effort has
been made to make sense of the essence costs of various extras.
(It makes no sense, for example, that the cyberarm guns in the
Street Samurai Catalog cost more essence the bigger the gun gets.)
I will try to justify essence costs at all times, allowing you to
decide if it makes sense for the reasons I give. (I'm always
available for discussion).

As some of the things I'm proposing will cost no essence, the cost
is usually elevated -- sometimes irrationally so -- for game
balance purposes.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE
Quite a bit of what follows is from the Cyberpunk RPG and it's
Chrome supplement. This is mostly a rules conversion to Shadowrun.

As per normal Shadowrun rules, limbs come in two types: natural-
looking and obvious cyberlimbs. Normal-looking limbs offer no
special extras and the following rules do not apply to normal-
looking limbs unless otherwise indicated. Every pair of limbs
(Cyberhands not included, see below) acts as a level of dermal
armor.

I'm using the concept of Spaces. Each limb gets a number of Spaces
for added extras. These Spaces should be considered a measure of
volume. As this is the first (untested) draft of these rules, some
of the Sizes of extras (i.e. the number of Spaces occupied by
them) will probably need some adjusting.

Also, some Spaces are different than others. A Finger Space is
different from a other Spaces. This should become clear later.
Note that not all Spaces need be filled.

CYBERARMS
Cost a full essence point for either type (a table of essence and
monetary costs can be found at the end of this missive). The arm
portion (that is, the shoulder to the wrist) of the limb holds 4
Spaces. The hand part of the limb holds either 1 Hand Space or 4
Finger Spaces.

>>>[Missive? Who do you think you are, Gary Gygax?]<<<
-- Jerry Stratton (12:41:27/05-23-92)

CYBERLEGS
Cost a full essence point for either type. The limb as a whole
holds 4 Spaces.

CYBERHANDS
For those who just want to replace the hand and not the whole arm.
These cost 0.5 Essence for either type. [Note that all costs and
benefits of the cyberarm described above already include the
hand]. A hand can hold 1 Hand Space or 4 Finger Spaces. Increased
strength cannot be installed in a hand, but an obvious cyberhand
can easily crush bone. It also has the damage code of a club
(Str+1)M2 for punching damage. These last two abilities are shared
by a cyberarm as well.

SPACES (normal non-hand/non-finger spaces)
Built-In device: Space cost up to gamemaster. Devices might
include a pocket secretary, TV, radio, bug detector, medkit, stim
player, fire-extinguisher, etc.

Built-In Smartgun Link: Takes 0.5 Spaces and costs 0.25. This
essence cost (half the cost of a normal smartgun link) reflects
the hardware that must be installed in the head/eyes.

Cavity: A space to put stuff into. Accessible without tools
(optional). Space cost is variable, depending on how big the space
is. Again, what fits into the cavity is up to the gamemaster.

Cyberdeck: Fills number of Spaces equal to MPCP/3 (round all
fractions UP). This Space cost does not include storage (but does
include memory). Storage must be installed separately -- see Data
Store, below -- or externally. The deck can be internally
hardwired to a datajack for 0.1 essence. (Note that a datajack is
still needed.) Includes output and input ports through the arm, so
internal wiring is optional. These decks are at 5 times the Nuyen
cost.

Cyberguns: Arms only. As per the Street Samurai Catalog except for
essence cost. All guns cost 0.15 essence for firing controls in
the skull (optional). Smart cyberguns exist but are five time
normal cost. Guns take up the Spaces based on gun. See the table.

Data Store: Takes up Mp/1000 Spaces (keep fractions). Not
compatible with headware memory accessible only by external cable.
Can be hardwired internally to an internal cyberdeck.

Increased Strength: The same as the normal Shadowrun rules. Each
level takes up 0.25 Spaces.

Spur: Arms only. Takes 1 Space. No essence cost.

Whip: Monofilament or otherwise. A retractable whip. 1.5 Spaces.
0.15 essence for controls in the head (optional).

Wired Reflexes: If the organic body had (or has) a Vehicle Control
Rig or wired or boosted reflexes implanted, they reflexes must be
installed on the cyberlimb to get normal use. This hardware takes
0.5 Spaces regardless of the type or level of reflex enhancement,
but the Nuyen cost is included in the cost of the reflexes.

HAND SPACES (all cost 1 Hand Space)

Finger razors: Standard razors, retractable or otherwise. No
essence cost.

Flash Pack: Flashes out of palm or from back of hand. Standard
flash pack, but directional.

Maglock Passkey: Highly illegal. Magcard flips from back of hand.
Can be detected externally, with some difficulty (Concealability:
16).

Microtronics Kit: A full microtronics tool kit contained within
all the fingers of the hand.

Taser: Works as a shock glove, but punching damage is unchanged.

FINGER SPACES (all cost 1 Finger Space unless otherwise noted)
Credstick: Full credstick, any type. Obviously not a finger. Non-
jointed.

Cutters: Takes two Finger Spaces (one blade on each of two
fingers). Work as heavy-duty scissors/wirecutters. Stabbing damage
in melee is (Str/3)L2.

Dartgun: Fires single compressed air dart. Range as Hold-out. Can
fire as Narcojet or taser darts. Reloading is complex and takes 1
min.

Finger Compartment: As in the Shadowrun rules, but no essence
cost.

Injector: Chemical injector which pierces the skin and deliver a
toxin. 2 doses. A touch is required for effect, resisted by impact
armor. Any fluid can be injected: Narcojet, Fugu-5, curare, acid,
etc.

Light: Flashlight. Narrow beam to 30m.

Lockpick: Effective against mechanical locks only.

Sprayer: Chemical sprayer. 2 doses. 2 meter effective range. Any
gaseous chemical is usable: Mace, Neuro-Stun VIII, VITAS-3, etc.

                    CYBERLIMB COST TABLE
     ITEM                 ESSENCE COST   SPACES COST   NUYEN COST
Limb Replacement            1.0                          50,000Y
Cyber Limb                  1.0                         100,000Y
Hand Replacement            0.5                          40,000Y
Cyber Hand                  0.5                          75,000Y
Increased Strength           -              L*.25   +(L*150,000Y)
Built-in Smartgun Link      0.25             0.5          2,500Y
Built-in Device              -             variable       4*cost
Cavity                       -             variable         100Y
Cyberdeck                  (0.1)            MPCP/3        5*cost
Cyberguns (damage/ammo)    (0.15)
   Hold-Out (3L1/12)        0.5                             250Y
   Light Pistol (3M2/10)    1.0                             650Y
   Machine Pistol (3M2/10)  1.5                             900Y
   Heavy Pistol (4M2/6)     2.0                             800Y
   Submachine gun (4M3/8)   2.5                           1,800Y
   Shotgun (3M3/4)          3.0                           1,200Y
Data Store                   -              Mp/1000      Mp*100Y
Spur                         -               1.0         11,500Y
Whip                       (0.15)            1.5       by weapon
   Normal whip                                            5,000Y
   Monofilament whip                                     15,000Y
Wired Reflexes               -               0.5              0Y
Finger razors                -               1H           9,000Y
Flash Pack                   -               1H           1,500Y
Maglock Passkey              -               1H         100,000Y+
Microtronics Kit             -               1H           9,000Y
Taser                        -               1H           4,500Y
Credstick                    -               1F           5,000Y
Cutters                      -               2F           2,000Y
Dartgun                      -               1F          10,000Y
   Narcojet dart                                          1,000Y
   Normal dart (2L2)                                        100Y
   Taser dart                                               500Y
Finger Compartment           -               1F           3,000Y
Injector                     -               1F          30,000Y
Light                        -               1F           1,000Y
Lockpick                     -               1F   (rating*1,000Y)
Sprayer                      -               1F          25,000Y



SILENT DEATH
          How not to wake up the corp guard three doors down...



BULLET NOISE
A supersonic bullet sounds like a cracking whip. One which cracks
from leaving the muzzle until it goes subsonic, which might not be
until it is inside the target. Subsonic bullets make a sound like
a whip that is NOT cracking. You can hear them both. The sound is
NOT deafening. We are talking about shooting without anybody
knowing.

MUZZLE NOISE
Gasses expanding at Supersonic velocity sound roughly like a
gunshot. Funny thing, that. Most of the sound is from the muzzle
gasses expanding. The point of using subsonic ammunition (or
faking it with a drilled barrel) is that if you want to be silent,
do it right. Not too much benefit in quieting the muzzle noise in
the quiet of the night just to follow it with the cracking of 30
whips from 30 shots... Either somebody really kinky is having lots
of fun, or a firefight is going on.

BULLET TUMBLE
Stand a top up and let go. It falls over. Take a top. Stand it up
and spin it and let go. It stays up for a while. Then it falls
over. Spin a top real fast and it stays up longer. Slap a spinning
top and it bounces around more than a slapped non-spinning top. A
slapped fast-spinning top dances more wildly than a slow spinning
top. Take a spinning bullet and fire it through air and its
accuracy improves over a non-spinning bullet. This is akin to a
spinning top standing up longer than a non-spinning top. Take a
spinning bullet and fire it through a target of varying densities
and toughness (like a human body) and like a slapped top it will
bounce around.

Try the trick with the top. Spin the bullet real fast and fire it
through a target of varying densities and toughness and it will
bounce around wildly and tumble and dance. This is why rapidly
spinning bullets tumble more wildly than slow spinning bullets. It
is the energy expressed in rotation around one axis being changed
into energy expressed in spinning around more than one axis... if
a bullet spins around more than one axis it is tumbling. Lighter
bullets will tumble more easily than heavy spinning bullets
because... angular momentum... the top "resists" having it's axes
of rotation changed. This is "gyroscopic force".

Take a heavy top and spin it slowly. Take a light top and spin it
much faster so it has the same rotation energy. Slap them both the
same. The lighter, faster rotating top bounces and dances more, in
response to the same slap, than the heavy top. This is why the 7
mm magnum is the spear and the 5.56 (M-16) tumbles like the blade
of a rototiller, as I said in the previous post. In these
examples, the slap to the bullet is hitting skin and organ and
fibrous connective tissue and muscle and bone in the target body.

Somebody posted that some Doctor had proved that all bullets
tumble the same amount, leaving the average mind to conclude that
this is without regard to the bullet velocity, rate of spin,
bullet weight or shape, or the target type.

Either the quote was careless or the Doctor got his degree from a
Crackerjacks box. I prefer to presume the latter. A cannon shell
won't tumble from hitting me. An M-16 bullet will tumble more
times going crotch-to-shoulder (which may occasion it exiting my
body through the left knee) than going through my arm. Some slugs
on some trajectories will make the one tumble the Doctor said they
would, but for every slug, for every hit, to make one tumble,
requires more smarts than a bullet has. (Unless it is a Cyberslug,
which sounds like something that, when stepped on, will slime you
right quick.)

SILENCERS AND BULLET SPEED
We have concluded that the "washer" type silencer does not slow
the bullet down. Hooray for consensus.

We have had it explained that the drilled barrel type DOES slow it
down. Truth is, all barrels exert friction on the passing bullet,
whether drilled or not, because the bullet is squeezed in the
barrel... if it were not so the gas would escape past the bullet
which would damage the gun badly and ruin accuracy besides.

While the number and size and placement of holes can be done so
that the highest velocity is not at the muzzle, the only object of
drilling the barrel is to prevent supersonic muzzle gas... the
bullet is supposed to be accelerating positive (getting faster)
all the way to the end of the barrel. Drilling so many, or so big,
or placed so that the bullet is slowed down by friction while
inside the barrel sounds like some designer didn't do his math
right, or was being really cautious about preventing supersonic
gas at the muzzle. Combining the drilled barrel and the washer-
type (which can sustain continuous fire if built right) sounds
like a much more deadly combo.

WASHER SILENCERS
This is a can full of washers & springs.

The end of the barrel is threaded on the inside. The silencer
screws into the end of the barrel. The washers are spaced apart
with springs. The springs and washers may be coated to reduce
rattling noise from the gas slamming them around. The outer casing
of the silencer is perforated. It may also be multiple layers. The
washers may also be perforated. The machining does not need to be
super-critical... the 9 mm bullet passes through a 10 mm hole in
the center of a 20 mm washer. Most gas immediately hits the washer
and diffuses through the perforations on the side of the can. What
gas passes with the bullet through the 10 mm hole repeats this at
the next washer. It all gas goes subsonic before exiting the can
(either at the perforations on the side or at the muzzle
perforation) the muzzle noise has been suppressed. Gas quantity
and pressure at the muzzle are the determining factors of how many
washers of what size are required and what precision is required
in the machining to achieve noise suppression. Note my choice of 9
mm, 10 mm, and 20 mm are arbitrary ones. Exact models will vary
and you can (illegally in US) make your own.

>>>[The author asked me to append the following notes as well:]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (01:02:17/5-8-52)

Attribution not required, either... which is partly because I'm
humble, partly because these books are read by the FBI and other
unpleasant people, and partly (please note this to the readers)
because the only silenced weapon I've handled is one silenced by
the removal of the firing pin. The rest of the information is
second hand, and some of it may be reliable.

>>>[Boy, it sure sounds like you've handled more...]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (01:02:37/5-8-52)

Remember the allegation recently on the net... that the
Anarchists' Handbook had deliberate disinformation that could
truly hurt the trusting reader. I don't know a specific point to
tell.

>>>[It's a problem. We can't always verify the information we get.
Here's a warning to everybody reading this: don't trust it unless
you can verify it. Anyone can take an electronic copy of this and
insert different information. Neo-Anarchists do not believe in
Public Key Cryptography. Openness is the key to the future.]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (01-01-56/05-08-52)

You might also point out that the best political affiliation that
the budding or hardcore anarchist might acquire is a membership in
the NRA. Being an anarchist without an effective right to keep and
bear arms reduces the status of the anarchist to that of a school
grader who won't play the regulated games... impotent.



DEAD ZONES REDUX
                            Jerry Stratton, [e-mail]


There've been a few questions about the game mechanics behind dead
zones. In our game, we use dead zones as flavor. Our game master
decided to use dead zones after seeing them in a series I wrote
for the ADND-L game list (Men Not Afraid). So, the mechanics
presented here are not necessarily used by us. But they could be.
This is the way dead zones act in my fiction, modified for a
Shadowrun world. Change it as you see fit.

WHAT IS A DEAD ZONE?
A dead zone is a place where technology doesn't work. See the
earlier article in the First Annual Neo-Anarchists' Guide to
Everything Else. What technologies don't work? Powder and most
other explosives don't explode. Electricity doesn't flow. Nuclear
radiation doesn't radiate. Drugs don't react with the brain in the
same way as outside of a zone. On the surface, things look the
same. Fire still burns. Light still illuminates. Water still
boils. Gasoline burns (although spark plugs don't spark, and who
uses internal combustion anymore, anyway?)

Gears, springs, pulleys, and ropes work, but there's evidence that
even these will have different effects. One group noted that ropes
seemed much stronger inside a zone, as if the r2 law were no
longer in effect. It seems possible that mass due to acceleration
increases linearly with distance from the center, rather than with
the square of the distance.

>>>[That bit of confusion is from physics. When you swing a rope
around, anything tied on it's end is going to feel heavier. How
much heavier is proportional to the square of the length of the
rope. The same thing occurs when you climb a rope, since the rope
always swings to the side, if only a bit.]<<<
-- Physics Phred (12:35:32/05-08-52)

Basically, everything that makes technology what it is, doesn't
work.

>>>[There are some strange things that work differently. There's
an old parlor trick from way back, where you take a toothpick, a
fork, and a spoon. Attach the spoon to the fork by inserting the
bowl of the spoon between the tines of the fork. Insert the
toothpick partially between the tines of the fork. Now, rest the
other end of the toothpick on your finger. In a dead zone, that's
impossible. The spoon and fork pull the toothpick down every time.
Outside of a dead zone, you can balance it. Many Elven scholars
use this to point to the basic flaw in science. How can something
be balanced if all the weight is on one end?]<<<
-- Dr. Jerold Stratton [07:48:49/03-28-92]

>>>[Drugs do work differently in the zones. It used to be thought
that the use of drugs in pre-awakening shamanistic rituals was an
attempt to simulate assensing. But I can guarantee you that peyote
is a completely different thing inside a zone than it is outside.
Outside, it's a trip. Inside, it's a journey.]<<<
-- Fire Mountain [07:51:52/03-28-92]

Both gravity and magnetism, or some analogy to them, do work.
People don't float away from the earth when they're in a dead
zone, and a few natural compasses continue to point north. Most
compasses don't work. It seems that they must be created in a
'natural' way for them to work. Lodestones always work. And while
electrical current doesn't exist in a zone, there is some analog
to electricity: lightning still strikes in thunderstorms.

>>>[Technically, I don't see much difference between relativistic
gravity and naturalistic gravity anyway. Both basically state that
things fall because 'top' and 'bottom' exist. And we've yet to
fully understand magnetism. However, magnetic north does not
fluctuate inside a zone, whereas it can outside a zone. This
indicates that lodestones are not pointing in the direction of the
earth's magnetic lines of force, since these meander all over the
place, but are pointing towards some naturalistic north.

And lightning? Well, according to the Greeks, lightning is a form
of the element of fire. Incidentally, a very good instrument (so
I've been told) for telling whether or not you're in a dead zone
is one of those sealed flasks with metal leaves inside, (Leyden
Jars, I believe) used in high schools. Take a rubber rod, give it
a charge, and touch it to the metal ball on top of the flask. In
the 'real' world, this causes the leaves to swing apart. In a
zone, this does nothing at all.]<<<
-- Dr. Jerold Stratton [22:27:40/03-29-92]

Dead zones range in size from a few meters to a few kilometers.
The largest known dead zone is 15 miles wide, in the area known as
the Bermuda Triangle. And it's been known to grow to twice it's
size on clear nights of the full moon. Dead zones grow and shrink
with the lunar cycle, but this depends on solar interference,
cloud cover, and planetary forces. People in our Shadowrun game
haven't figured it out yet, and it'll probably take a while. The
lunar influence has been noted, but it's not exact, so not
everyone believes it.

There are no known dead zones within a living city. In fact, most
(if not all) seem to occur in the areas that were the least
touched by man before the awakening. There are those who claim
that dead zones are a healing attempt by the Earth. These are the
same people who believe that dead zones will eventually grow and
engulf the entire world.

Dead zones are spherical, and centered on the surface of the
earth. In the ocean, they are centered on the underwater land
surface.

WHAT ARE THE EFFECTS OF DEAD ZONES ON SOCIETY?
Early in the 21st Century, trains were already coming back as a
form of shipping. Because the rails were never redesigned, the
rails that were built (and restored) are still compatible with the
steam engine. And the steam engine works in a dead zone -- fire
burns, water boils, and pressure turns pistons. So, there are a
few steam engines in the midwest. In the relatively large dead
zone in the northern part of the Indian nations, normal trains
debark and their engines replaced by a number of steam engines,
which pull the load across the zone. On the other end, different
diesels take over, and the steam engines pull another train the
other way.

Except for the Bermuda Triangle dead zone, most dead zones are not
large enough to cause major problems with air transportation. Dead
zones are spherical. Even a six-mile wide dead zone only extends
three miles high, and that only at the exact center. Since most
dead zones occur in unpopulated areas and jets are usually quite
high, they don't intersect with the zone.

>>>[Incidentally, there's a small body of evidence that says the
Bermuda Triangle dead zone existed before the awakening.<<<]
-- Smilin' Sam [07:34:41/04-10-92]

Underwater travel has perhaps been most affected. Submarines send
out radar soundings. If the radar doesn't return, they'll skirt
that area.

>>>[In fact, this may be the origin of the term 'dead zone.' When
radar enters a dead zone, it doesn't come back, leaving a dead
area on the radar screen.]<<<
-- Silas Jack [08:08:17/03-28-92]

Stanley Steamers, a steam automobile from the early twentieth
century, are popular automobiles among those few who live near
zones. Surprisingly, these automobiles can reach speeds in excess
of 50 miles per hour.

WHO USES DEAD ZONES?
Nobody really uses a dead zone. Enchanting materials taken from a
dead zone are guaranteed to be unhindered by the deadening effects
of having been worked. But even the most solitary mages haven't
quite learned to live without portable radios, computerized
libraries, microwaves, and digital watches. I mean, a Rating 6
Conjuring Library weighs 300 pounds! Combine that with a Rating 6
Enchanting Library, a Rating 6 Sorcery Library, and whatever else
you might need (Geology Library? Biology Library?) Of course, if
you're hiding from a mundane, a dead zone is a great place to do
it.

WHAT CYBERWARE DOESN'T WORK?
Any electronically-augmented or chip-augmented cyberware will
completely fail in a zone. This includes just about everything.
Some cyber-spur implementations -- those that use muscle-position
to spring a mechanical lock -- will still extend in a zone.
Boosted reflexes continue to work, although some correspondents
have reported strange, shamanic sensations, possible due to the
unnatural drugs that are boosted reflexes. Wired reflexes do not
work, usually leaving the user a quivering mass.

FIREARMS
Firearms do not work, although gunpowder still burns. On the
fringes of a zone, firearms may explode if used, causing damage
equal to the damage of the weapon, The wound level, power, and
staging are reduced by 1 (but not below light or 1). And yes, an
explosion in a firearm may set off the rest of the bullets. In
this case, treat it as autofire, equal to half the number of shots
exploding.

There have been some reports that, in the center of very large
zones, when they've waxed to their largest, gunpowder doesn't even
burn. This has yet to be confirmed.



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ROPER
                                 Safehouses in Seattle
                                          by LLWardIII

ANGLE

If you need a meeting room, safe-house, decking haven, or any
other short-term real estate, Roper is your man. Roper owns or has
access to apartments of every kind in every district in Seattle,
as well as a few warehouses and at least one house.

All are available (for a fee, of course) on a per day basis;
occasionally, one can negotiate an hourly fee instead. All rooms
are guaranteed to be free from bugs and other surveillance, but
under NO circumstances will Roper provide security.

Matrix access is available from almost every location, but a large
deposit is requested for activation. This deposit is forfeit if
the SAN number of the location is compromised.


STYLE

Roper is not cheap, but he is reliable. No one has ever reported a
double-cross.

>>>[Rumor has it the runner team called the Advocate once tested
his integrity by, after having some members rent a place, offering
ten times as much cash to reveal their whereabouts. He
refused.]<<<
-- Wordman (11:32:05/04-22-52)

The bug-free guarantee has never been found to be false.

A deposit is required for all rentals, in addition to the Matrix
deposit if there is one and the per day rental fee. Damage to the
location or is deducted from the deposit, and compromising the
location results in a forfeit of the deposit. Deposits are usually
about ten times the normal rental price of the real-estate for
each day. (Thus to rent a medium middle class apartment (600Y per
month normally) for 3 days, a deposit of 24,000Y is required
(10*600Y*4days).)

Roper, of course, maintains a blind eye on any illegal activity
carried out from or in the rented space. However, sloppy crimes
usually result in higher fees next time, or perhaps no next time
at all.

Roper is very quick to keep part of the deposit for very minor
damage or problems. Additionally, Roper doesn't usually own a
single location for more than six months. He has pseudonyms on
about every apartment waiting list in Seattle.


CLIENTELE

Not being one to discriminate, Roper serves just about anyone who
can pay, although he has been known to refuse service to groups
based on bad rep. He also has refused service to a group composed
entirely of Orks at least twice.

About 80% of Roper's leases are to corporates. Organized crime
usually has its own locations, but has used Roper occasionally.


EMPLOYEES/RESOURCES

Roper employs a stable of deckers to keep his locations invisible.
If a party requests Matrix access, Roper usually sends one of his
own deckers (either up front or covertly) to maintain the security
of the SAN. Upcoming deckers vie for a job with Roper, as it is a
fairly easy job most of the time, allows time to train, and gives
access to great equipment, including a microtronics shop and three
Fairlight Excaliburs.


AREA OF OPERATION

As stated earlier, Roper owns locations all over Seattle, but he
usually does business downtown. He is known to frequent the Gray
Line and the Edge.


DESCRIPTION

Roper is short for a human and is not very imposing. He usually
allows his clients to dictate the pace of a meeting, but he
decides on the location. He will not hesitate to retain any or all
of a deposit if he feels he has been slighted. He realizes that
his real-estate is in high demand, and is unwilling to jeopardize
his cartel by betraying clients. He sees to it that no one
compromises him, but he never interferes with or intrudes on a
client.

Roper is a semi-successful oil painter under the name Samantha
Tarrow. He is also a Neo-Anarchist.





GREY'S
                                      Anatomy of a Seattle Bar
                                                  by LLWardIII

ANGLE

Contrary to popular belief, the name of this bar does not refer to
it's owner, or any other person named Grey. In fact, there is no
Grey working at or associated with the bar. Instead the name is
supposed to convey the message "colors mean nothing here."

Grey's was started by three gang-members-turned-Shadowrunners as a
neutral ground for the gangs of Redmond. The driving idealism of
the bar is that the interaction of gang members will help cut down
on violent acts between gangs.

Although there were some problems initially, Grey's has become
accepted by most of the gangs in Redmond. The three founders have
shown to be more than a match for earlier opposition, and gangs
that don't frequent Grey's leave it alone.


STYLE

The first thing noticed about Grey's is that there are no places
to park. Vehicles that have been left in front of Grey's (against
the advice of signs saying no parking) are moved or destroyed by
Grey's employees. By now most patrons know to avoid parking near
Grey's.

Grey's takes a somewhat novel approach to weaponry: if you are
found clean by a weapon scanner, you get 30% off your bill. This
system works for two reasons 1) gangs like to save money, and 2)
in past instances, as soon as someone drew a weapon (gun, knife,
broken bottle, anything) within the confines of the bar, he was
immediately killed by Grey's employees. There are signs to this
affect posted in the entry way (for legal reasons). By now most
patrons know to avoid bringing weapons into Grey's.

Grey's employees come down hard on brawlers as well (but generally
let them live). If possible, this is done from a distance with
stun magic from Erik (see below). By now╔ (you get the idea).

In spite of that, Grey's can still get pretty wild. Grey's
employees have no objections to patrons dancing naked on tables or
more carnal activity on the dance floor (although in such cases,
Erik usually astrally confirms that the involved parties are doing
so voluntarily.) Grey's turns a blind eye to drug use [which will
NOT go away by 2050] but asks patrons actively using chips in the
bar to stop or to leave (BTL fantasies usually don't involve
purchasing Grey's alcohol.) Grey's is NOT known for checking age
very carefully.

>>>[Actually, my son says Grey's is known for not checking age
very carefully. A minor semantic distinction, but he says it's an
important one.]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (13:24:36/05-23-52)

The public portion of Grey's is divided into two sections. First
reached from the entrance is the main bar room. It contains many
tables, more private booths and the bar itself. A wall insulates
the room from most of the volume generated by the second half of
the room, the dance floor. An archway leads into the dance floor
room. It contains a standard recessed dance floor -- surrounded by
elevated booths and tables -- and a stage.

The booths overlooking the dance floor are open to all, but those
in the main bar room are usable only by those who pay for them
(the tables in the main bar room are free, however). Additionally,
Grey's has two small private rooms a dressing room.


CLIENTELE

While the founders of Grey's use the bar to stop violence, Grey's
patrons have different ideas. Apart from relatively safe
entertainment, Grey's provides a perfect venue for deals and
alliance agreements. (Most notably the temporary alliance of
Redmond's big four to annihilate Xenon, a group who was
interfering in all of their business seemingly at random.)

Grey's also serves as a place for smaller gangs to posture
themselves and show what they got. This has the effect of also
showing what they have worth taking, but that's gang life. Elven
women (especially those from rival gangs) seem to be the Thing
Worth Fighting Over this month. A gang member surrounded by female
elves (or enslaving female elves) has Status. That's also gang
life.

Grey's has also made possible the Cranes, a small gang bent not on
gaining territory of drug markets, but on acquiring information.
No one knows if this group has a headquarters, for they are only
seen at Grey's. Members always wear masks (not unusual for Grey's)
and a white crane sick pin. While they are still up and coming,
they fill a welcome niche at Grey's.

There are almost no non-gang (or ex-gang) people to be found at
Grey's, including the employees. Organized crime is not welcome,
which has caused some problems in the past. The Yakuza is rapidly
learning the lesson the gangs did in the early days: interference
in the operation of Grey's will not be tolerated. The owners have
quite a bit of power ╤ in terms of both influence and
physical/magical strength ╤ and at this time generally have
support of a few gangs who don't like the Yakuza interfering with
their territory. However, Grey's is careful not to take an
offensive stance against the Yak, figuring that a "don't mess with
us, we don't mess with you" strategy is more financially sound.


EMPLOYEES

Employees of Grey's, of both sexes (65% female) and all races,
wear gray suits (complete with gray shirt, gray tie, etc.). Most
are usually gang members or ex-gang members, so can usually handle
themselves. All have been trained to some degree by Thane (see
below). Most employees serve drinks, but each night a half dozen
are exempted from serving drinks to provide wandering security
(which half dozen are chosen is determined by a rotating
schedule.)

In addition, five men and three women have been highly trained by
Thane and serve as security every night. It is these people that
usually deal with troublemakers (see above). Naturally, if a
serious problem emerges, all employees are expected to do their
part.

The door is guarded by one of Thane's well trained cadre and two
bouncers: Bob, a big troll, and Mucus, an even bigger Orc. If
prospective customers pass through two weapon detection systems
(ratings 5 and 7, in that order) they are given some sort of token
indicating so (it changes nightly). They are not required to wear
it. If they present it with their bill, they receive 30% off.
Weapons are not taken from those who have them (but see above).

There are four bartenders, three on duty at any given time: April,
a rather plain elf; Wax, a handsome human with gold eyes; a
middle-aged (although still in good shape) human man named Juan;
and Karen, a surprisingly attractive Orc woman (if that's
possible).

>>>[My, my. Showing our true colors?]<<<
-- Brian Qen-Xin (04:32:11/05-23-52)

The owners of Grey's were all part of a very successful
Shadowrunning team (so successful that most people have never
heard of them). All grew up in gangs in Redmond, but severed their
gang affiliations long ago.

Thane started as a Warrior in the now defunct Priests. His Orkish
strength and high intelligence made him very successful. Thane is
fast (very fast), calm and deadly. His success as a runner allowed
him to install some high quality cyberware. He is of two minds
regarding violence: he would much rather see violence never occur,
but when it does, it should be handled immediately with excessive
force.

Erik is a mage of considerable ability. It is he who usually
demolishes vehicles who park in front of Grey's. He was given a
full ride scholarship to Seattle University. He became the first
dwarf to receive a Masters in Magical Theory and Arts at the top
of his class.

Mithral is a telepathic telekinetic. (Actually, she is a sorcery
adept, but she doesn't know that.) His considerable abilities have
helped to overcome some legal problems in the past. Mithral
handles most of the financial aspects of the Grey's operation.



THE NEO-ANARCHISTS' ON-LINE GRIMOIRE

>>>[Remember that, just because the title of this is the 'on-line
grimoire,' that doesn't mean that all these spells are necessarily
on-line. Referees can outlaw some spells, make some spells private
-- owned by an individual who hasn't given out the spell theory,
make some spells lost -- hidden in some tomb somewhere, waiting to
be found by the intrepid shadowrunner/archaeologists, etc.

Referees can change any part of these spells. Remember, this is an
electronic copy. All you've got to do to change things is open it
up with your word processor (text editor for the text version) and
edit away to your heart's content. You must decide what kind of
things you want mages to do in your campaign. For example, in
Keith's spells, I absolutely love the idea of the mageswords. But
I think that Flight should require the use of the appropriate
spirit. If that means that some shamans can't fly, well, so be it.
(Of course, since I'm only playing, not running a game, I have
very little say about anything, so feel free to ignore me!)

Also, remember that spells can be made permanent in a variety of
ways.]<<<
-- Jerry [08:11:00/05-16-92]

All spells in this installment of the on-line grimoire courtesy of
[e-mail]


ANTI-BLADE BARRIER     Manipulation (Transform)
                       Jonathon K. Henry
Anti-Blade Barrier     S2     Physical     Sustained

This spell is similar to the already existing theories of Anti-
Bullet Barrier and Physical Barrier. The target for the spell is
6. The number of the success counts as armor against such attacks
as bladed weapons (including weapon foci swords, Bladed variations
of shuriken, and common house knives) serrated edges (including
sharp rocks, broken glass, and circular saws); bladed arrowheads
(including the Precision Arrows found in the Street Samurai's
Catalog, but not the blunt, or stunner, arrows); and grenade-like
shrapnel (including shrapnel grenades and showering glass
fragmentation, but not standard shotgun shells).

BIOPHYSICAL ARMOR     Manipulation (Transform)
                      Jonathon K. Henry
Biophysical Armor     M3     Mana     Sustained

This spell is essentially an armor spell that protects the body
from influences that interfere with its natural rhythms. The spell
assists deckers/runners in the matrix against damage from Black
IC/Personas. It also assists against such attacks as electrical
shock (stun batons, shock sticks) and vertigo (such as ultrasonic
induction). It doesn't aid in normal combat related situations so
no, the spell cannot be used in conjunction with the standard
armor spell in melee/firearms related combat.

The spell does not aid against the effects of aging in any way. It
does help the subject fight off the effects of Poisons, Pathogens,
Toxins, and related substances (even against the reactant of a
"Stonebiter" Bat). It also gives its dice to the recipient to
resist the effects of Health spells.

ENHANCE WILLPOWER     Manipulation (Transform)
                      Jonathon K. Henry
Enhance Willpower     D3     Mana     Sustained

This spell gives defense dice vs. attacks similar to those the
Mental Armor spell aids against. It also directly strengthens the
psyche, allowing the subject to resist the effects of drain more
readily. It doesn't directly change the willpower attribute. It
enhances the recipient's ability to deal with the varying energies
of Astral Space. The spell also does not enhance the ability to
resist its own drain.

FLAME SHIELD     Manipulation (Transform)
                 Jonathon K. Henry
Flame Shield     S2     Physical     Sustained

This spell is similar to the existing spells Anti-Spell Barrier
and Personal Physical Barrier. The spell gives successes equal to
its success level against fire-based attacks of all sorts. This
includes Flame Projection, Firebolt, Hellblast, Flame Volt, Flame
Bomb, and other flame spells and powers. It does not protect
against the Ignite spell. It also does not afford complete
protection against heat in a pure form. Against heat and heat-
related attacks, the spell functions as an Armor spell (lava
flows, light-based lasers, etc.).

FLIGHT     Manipulation (Telekinetic)
           Jonathon K. Henry
Flight     M1     Mana     Sustained

The target number for the spell is a 3 (Natural Objects). The
number of total successes that are accrued help to define the
"flight pool" of the user of the spell. Only voluntary living
subjects can be affected by this spell.

The speed that can carry its recipient is equal to the dice
allocated from the "flight pool." 'Running' speeds utilize a
modifier equal to the force of the spell. The control of the
flight (turning, any maneuvering, etc.) is equivalent to the
remaining dice of the "flight pool."

For example, Jeremie gets 15 success with this spell, which he has
at a Force of 5. His top speed is 75 meters per turn, though he
would be moving in a straight line, with no ability to turn. In
that example, he had all his "flight pool" dice allocated to
speed. If he were moving at a speed of 0, that is no dice
allocated to speed, he could effectively hover in place and gain
15 dice to "in-place" maneuvering (dodging and the like). Note
that any alteration is speed allocation, results in appropriate
change to the "maneuvering" ability of the user.

>>>[15 successes? What, he rolled 20 dice? Remind me not to mess
with Jeremie.]<<<
-- Jerry (09:03:33/05-16-92)

Or, Jeremie can allocate 7 dice to speed, leaving him with 8 dice
for maneuvering.

Faster speeds usually require the use of Oxygenate. This spell
also allows for movement through water, as the previous version
did not, though the movement modifier for faster speeds cannot
exceed a 3, regardless of spell force.

FORESIGHT     Detection
              Scott Crain - Jonathon K. Henry
Foresight     D2     Mana     Sustained

Similar to the already existing Combat Sense and Personal Combat
Sense theories, this spell allows for a limited precognitive view
of the area around the spell's user. The successes for this spell
directly enhance the Dodge and/or Defense pools of the user, as
the spell gives some indirect insight into "where he should or
should not be at the time" and "what to do to stop this action."

The area of "detection" is standard for detection spells. Due to
the extra level of stress placed upon the caster (time is
something more difficult to handle), the target number is a 5
instead of 4. The spell can be placed upon another individual, but
this further alters the target number to a 6.

INCREASE MATRIX REACTION     Health
                             Jonathon K. Henry
Inc Matrix Reaction+1     L3     Mana     Sustained
Inc Matrix Reaction+2     M3     Mana     Sustained
Inc Matrix Reaction+3     S3     Mana     Sustained
Inc Matrix Reaction+4     D3     Mana     Sustained

This spell is essentially a variation on Increase Cyber Reaction
spells. The spell will work in conjunction with Wired/Boosted
Reflexes (when going naked into the matrix) and Increase Response
systems on Cyberdecks. It will not work in conjunction with
Increase Cyber Reaction (which don't work in Matrix Interfacing).
It will not work in conjunction with Increase Reaction spells of
other forms, as they are not designed to work with the mind and
its fuller faculties in simsense realities.

The spell will aid the decker/runner if they are attempting to cut
and run from attacking IC. Treat the spell as if it were an
Increase Willpower spell, for purposes of dice mechanics. If for
some reason the decker/runner already has an Increase Willpower
spell in effect on his/her person, the Increase Matrix Reaction
spell takes precedence, even if it is a lower level of increase.

The spell functions in all other ways as any other Increase
Reaction spell does, adding a number of dice to the initiative, as
well as a +2 to the reaction attribute of the user per level of
increase. Many GM's might not allow the spell to interact with
Cyberdecks of any sort, but might allow the spell to work when
running naked in the matrix.

MAGESWORD     Manipulation (Transform)
              Jonathan K. Henry
Magesword     S2     Mana     Sustained

This spell creates a blade of energy equal in length to the
caster's willpower attribute in feet. If the length is equal to 4
feet or more, it has a +1 reach. Spells that assist the Willpower
attribute do not increase the length of the blade.

The target number for this spell is a 5 instead of 6. The number
of successes is the rating for skill level and strength. The
targeted individual uses willpower to resist damage. Impact armor
does not assist. Neither do most artificial shields, walls, etc.,
though they are not themselves damaged. ("What do you mean he
died? His clothes aren't ripped up or hurt, there isn't a mark I
see on him.") Anti-Spell barriers function as Impact armor would,
reducing the successes of the attack damage. Mana Barriers
function as an Armor spell would, that is adding more dice equal
to the barrier rating to the resistance test. Physical Barrier and
Anti-Bullet Barrier do not assist. Dermal Armor (Bodyware section
of Cyberwear) does assist.

The damage done by the attack is (success rating)M2. Reach
modifiers are mentioned earlier. Shape of the "sword" doesn't seem
to matter in the case of damage for this case (sorry, no (SR)M3
Mage Katanas). The magician controlling this spell can deflect
Weapon Foci being used by another (whether or not they are bonded
to the user). The magician can also attack Astral beings/entities
with this weapon (as long as they can see them). The "sword"
created by this spell does not have to glow or be visible to the
physical world. Fully capable magicians usually have their "sword"
non-visible and use their perception talents at the same time.
Sorceror Adepts are not that lucky. Their swords are usually
visible to the naked eye.

MAGESWORD II     Manipulation (Transform)
                 Jonathan K. Henry
Magesword II     S3     Physical     Sustained

This spell is essentially the same as the above mentioned
Magesword, except that the sword is completely physical. The sword
cannot pass through non-living objects like the mana version.
Impact armor is fully effective as are Physical Barrier spells.
The Anti-Bullet Barrier is still ineffectual against it.

The sword can hit non-living objects. This allows it to be used
against doors, cars, etc. It can still be used to defend against
Weapon Foci. The sword cannot hit purely Astral beings/entities.
If a creature/spirit is manifest, it can be used to attack them.
The power of Immunity to Normal Weapons does not aid the subject
from attacks by this "weapon."

The damage by the weapon is (success rating)M2. Reach modifiers
are as for the mana version. If a variation of this spell is
researched where the blade is a "katana" form, then the damage
does go to M3.

>>>[Won't the drain go up, as well?]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (08:46:40/05-16-52)

The sword is visible at all times, and sheds a minor amount of
light (about equivalent to a standard firefly).

>>>[A pretty huge firefly, I'd guess. An awakened firefly,
maybe?]<<<
-- Silver Cianide (08:47:38/05-16-52)

NOTES ON THE MAGESWORD SPELLS
The sword must remain within line of sight of the caster at all
times. Mirrors and/or Binoculars can assist as long as the spell
doesn't go beyond a range equal to the magicians magic rating
times the success rating of the spell in meters.

The "movement" speed of the spell is equivalent to its success
rating with "running" modifiers being equivalent to the spell's
force.

The mana version can be cast from the Astral Plane and utilized
into the physical world if the caster also is Manifesting. The
physical version of the spell cannot be cast from the Astral.

The Initiate Talent of Shielding is of great benefit to the
defender of both versions. It raises both the target to hit and
gives extra dice to resist the damage with.

QUICKENING AND LOCKING MAGESWORDS
If the caster wishes to maintain self-control over the spell, the
functions remain the same in all ways.

If the caster wishes to make the sword usable to someone else the
"sword" becomes "self sustaining" and does not keep any of its
self motivation ability. It is thus considered an object that is
to be "wielded" by an individual. Any living creature may utilize
the mana version of the spell. They do not need to be able to see
it, though perception of the weapon's dimensions does help (target
numbers go up by 1 otherwise). The damage the weapon does becomes
standard for melee combat (Str)M2, with any appropriate reach
modifiers. The target resists damage according to the version
used. An additional point of Karma is required to make the sword
"permanent" in this fashion. This includes Spell Locks, which
usually become the handle of the weapon. (Hey look, he's got
himself a Lightsabre!)

>>>[I suspect the sword retains an astral link to it's creator,
just like normal Quickened/Locked spells, right?]<<<
-- Myra (08:57:21/05-16-52)

MENTAL ARMOR     Manipulation (Transform)
                 Jonathon K. Henry
Mental Armor     M3     Mana     Sustained

This spell is similar to the Armor spell. The target is the
subject's willpower, with successes treated as additional dice for
purposes of resisting any form of attack against the psyche. This
includes Mana-form combat spells, Mind Controls and Probes, Fear
and Weakness powers of paranormals, as well as Essence Drain
attacks from Vampires. It will also work defending against combat
attacks in the Astral in much the same way that an Armor spell
protects the body in the physical world.

MENTAL SHIELDS     Manipulation (Transform)
                   Jonathon K. Henry
Mental Shields     S2     Mana     Sustained

This spell is essentially the same as the Mental Armor spell,
except that it is true "armor," giving automatic successes against
the attacks mentioned above. Think of it as a limited scope Anti-
Spell Barrier, that also includes attacks from Parabiologicals and
Paranormals.

MOVEMENT     Manipulation (Telekinetic)
             Jonathon K. Henry
Movement     S3     Physical     Sustained

This spell directly copies the spiritual/elemental power of the
same name. It does not protect the user of the spell from some of
the more harmful side effects. When combined with the Weather
Guard spell most, if not all, of the adverse side effects are
negated (air friction, vertigo, etc.). The spell can be cast on
any person or object. Movement is multiplied by the number of
successes.

Potential uses of this spell, besides the standard movement
increase, are:

Firearms Enhancement: When placed on the chamber of a weapon, the
spell enhances the Power attribute of a projectile. The level of
enhancement is equal to the success level of the spell. There is
no additional recoil modifier for use of this spell.

Vehicle Speeds: This can be very dangerous if the pilot/driver of
the vehicle is not aware of the spell's placement. All target
numbers are increased by the success level of the spell with
appropriate modifiers for rig level (if any), etc.

Vehicle Economy: If careful control is utilized, the spell will
enhance the economy level of a normal vehicle by the success level
of the spell. A vehicle that has an economy of less than 1
KM/Liter will have the economy increased by .1 KM/Liter per
success. A vehicle that has 100 or more KM/Liter economy (as some
mopeds do) has the economy modified by 10 times the number of
successes.

A vehicle has a 15 KM/Liter economy rating. The casting magician
obtains 5 successes with the spell, thus enhancing the economy by
5 KM/Liter. Another vehicle has .5 KM/Liter economy. The same
number of successes on this vehicle will enhance the economy by a
further .5 KM/Liter (5 success X .1 KM/Liter).

>>>[Remember, your referee might disallow some of these options.
Check with your referee before basing a plan on a specific option,
or you could be unpleasantly surprised.]<<<
-- Jerry (10:41:20/05-16-92)

PATHKEEPER     Manipulation (Transform)
               Jonathon K. Henry
Pathkeeper     M3     Physical     Sustained

This spell has a few purposes, most of which are minor in their
effect, but have an overall effective usefulness. The spell allows
the magician or individual effected to walk without distraction
over any standard medium. This includes water (such as a river or
lake), a rocky incline (such as a mountain slope or desert creek),
etc., without penalty for movement. The spell also offers a
limited amount of protection from the terrain the recipient is
moving through.

For example, choppy waters go smooth in a radius equal to the
caster's magic attribute in meters, around the user. The user will
also gain no distractions from such things as briarthorns, cactus
pines, jagged rocks, etc.

To get a good idea on the spell's diversity, consider the spirit
power of Guard, with a twist (levitate-like powers over water or
mud). The spell will not protect from such things as lava,
electricity, wire fencing and caltrop-like obstructions. The user
also cannot walk through something (this is not a Passwall spell).
The recipient must willing (so no, you can't suddenly strand a
fish on the water's surface). The spell will not work on non-
living objects.

If the caster of the spell designates the spell to be used by an
individual underwater, and an oxygenate spell is used in
conjunction, the individual can move at standard movement without
penalty. It has been hypothesized that if a hydrate spell
(oxygenate for a water breather) were used in conjunction with
this spell on a water traveling target, they could move about on
land without penalties.

RESIST ALLERGY     Health
                   Matt Bunch - Jonathon K. Henry
Res Nuisance Allergy   L1     Mana     Sustained
Res Mild Allergy       M1     Mana     Sustained
Res Moderate Allergy   S1     Mana     Sustained
Res Severe Allergy     D1     Mana     Sustained

This spell allows the caster to dull out an allergy's effects on
the target. For the spell to function, the caster must touch the
subject. Once the spell has been successfully cast, the caster
does not have to maintain physical contact to sustain the spell.

This spell does not remove the allergy. It just alleviates the
effects of the allergy. The spell does not aid against
Vulnerabilities. For example, a vampirically inflicted individual
is exposed to sunlight while under the effects of a Resist Deadly
Allergy. As long as the spell is in place, the subject is
protected from the harmful effects of the sunlight. If a
Shapeshifter is touching or comes into standard contact with
silver they are protected in a similar fashion, but if the silver
is used as a weapon against the character, it still has its
modifiers to damage (+1 Damage Category).

>>>[Some referees might decide that each allergy requires a
specific spell.]<<<
-- Jerry (10:52:59/05-16-92)

WARPLIGHT     Manipulation (Transform)
              Jonathon K. Henry
Warplight     M3     Physical     Sustained

This spell is similar to the power of Adaptive Coloration used by
the Bandersnatch. The number of successes indicates the modifier
to the perception tests needed when using the standard visual
spectrum. This includes Thermographic vision and the UV spectrum,
but not sound or EM fields. If the subject is moving at a rate
greater than 10, the modifiers to perceptual tests are doubled.

The spell also acts as full armor against standard lasers, with a
rating equal to the successes of the spell.

WEATHER GUARD     Manipulation (Transform)
                  Jonathon K. Henry
Weather Guard     S3     Physical     Sustained

This spell protects the recipient from the elements. This includes
the effects of rain, sleet, hail, snow, desert heat and
sandstorms, etc. It does not protect a person from spells with
elemental side-effects, such as Flame Volt or Acid Bomb. Harsh
winds are reduced to gentle breezes (for the protected).
Dehydration due to prolonged exposure to the sun will have no
adverse effects, though standard consumption of water is still
required.

The spell does not aid someone in perception tests against fog,
rain and the like, nor does it protect someone with a Severe
Allergy to the effects of sunlight. It will negate the effects of
distraction due to rain, wind, etc.


MASTER SPELL LIST ADDENDA


The initial Master Spell List can be found in the first Annual
Neo-Anarchists Guide to Everything Else. You can cut and paste
whatever spells you want from here into there.

Note the two corrections under Transform Manipulations: the two
personal spells were previously listed with a range of Visual.
Obviously not, they're Personal.


DETECTION SPELLS

Name           Drain Target            Range  Area     Duration Type
Foresight**      D2   5/6              Visual MAx#S    Sustain  Mana


HEALTH SPELLS

Name           Drain Target    Threshold Range  Area   Duration Type
Inc Mtx React+1** L3 Attrib.x2           Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Inc Mtx React+2** M3 Attrib.x2           Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Inc Mtx React+3** S3 Attrib.x2           Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Inc Mtx React+4** D3 Attrib.x2           Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Res Nuis Alergy** L1  10-Ess.            Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Res Mild Alergy** M1  10-Ess.            Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Res Mod  Alergy** S1  10-Ess.            Touch  Single Sustain  Mana
Res Svre Alergy** D1  10-Ess.            Touch  Single Sustain  Mana


TELEKINETIC MANIPULATION SPELLS

Name           Drain Target    Staging  Range  Area   Duration Type
Flight**         M1    3                Visual Single Sustain  Mana
Movement**       S3  Object             Visual Single Sustain  Physical



TRANSFORM MANIPULATION SPELLS

Name           Drain Target   Threshold Range  Area   Duration  Type
AntiBlade Barier** S2  6                Visual MA/Force Sustain Physical
Biophysical Armor** M3 4                Visual Single Sustain   Mana
Flame Shield**   S2    6                Visual MA     Sustain   Physical
Enhance Willpower** D3 Will             Visual Single Sustain   Mana
Magesword**      S2    5                Personal MAx#S Sustain  Mana
Magesword II**   S3    5                Personal MAx#S Sustain  Physical
Mental Armor**   M3    Will             Visual Single  Sustain  Mana
Mental Shields** S2    Will             Visual Single  Sustain  Mana
Pers. AntiSpell Barier L1  6            Personal Single Sustain Mana
Pers. Physical Barier  M2  6            Personal Single Sustain Physical
Pathkeeper**     M3    4 (Voluntary)    Visual   Single Sustain Physical
Weather Guard**  S3    6                Visual   MA     Sustain Physical



TUNE IN, TURN ON, DROP OUT

"If some unemployed punk in New Jersey can get a cassette to make
love to Elle McPherson for $19.95, this virtual reality stuff is
going to make crack look like Sanka."
                                             -- Dennis Miller
                       Twentieth Century comedian and prophet

"Chip me in, Johnny; Chip me in, Jane!
 Jack me to the max, pump that comstim in my veins!
 Hear the fire all around me with my com-enhanced brain!
 Rockin! with my FNFL!
                                       -- Kansas City Charlie
                                (and the Flying Buffalo Chips)



THE ARCHITECT OF DREAMS

The walls of Seattle City Hall were of the finest marble, finely
engraved with the works of masters and local unknowns alike.
Despite the crowd, the noise, and the numerous doors and halls,
once I got my bearing the hallway seemed designed specifically to
bring me where I wanted to go, as if it were made specifically for
me, specifically for this occasion. The ceilings were vaulted, but
not too high, and if I didn't know better I would've sworn that
the light coming through the slanted windows was sunlight and not
from hidden fluorescent tubes. Rather than take the elevator, I
took the stairway, the more to explore this amazing feat of
architecture. The stairs were actually designed for walking. They
were thin, and gave the impression of a European castle, but
whenever I passed someone, it was never crowded.

I stopped once to look out the window, over the city. There were
so many new buildings, and so many buildings in progress. All the
work of one man, the man I was there to see.

It was the saddest thing I had ever seen. I was here to convince
him to leave this world, but I could've stayed, myself. Before
this, I used to be surprised that perfectly normal people could
give up reality for a chip-induced fantasy. Now, I'm surprised
that such a small number of people actually do. No, there was no
way I could succeed. This was everything he'd ever wanted. How
could I convince him to return to the regular bump-and-grind?

John Doe graduated summa cum laude from Stanford University in
2046. His degree was in Architecture. His dream was to design and
oversee the building of a new city, a true artistic creation of
the future. But no city was willing to outlay that kind of money
for a makeover of dubious necessity, and John had to content
himself with standard work for standard buildings in standard
cities. He was talented, no question, and his work was admired by
his colleagues. But there wasn't any room in this world for what
he wanted.

Until he met her. He'd always been jacked so he could plug into
the computers and design from within. But he'd never thought of
using simsense. Until a friend bought him a custom chip for his
birthday, and life was never the same. In this chip, he was the
most sought after architect in the world, and everyone clamored
for his attentions.

In these last three years he has gone further in his dream world
than he could ever have gone in the real world. He has designed
whole cities, and buildings that fill the senses.

I did meet him that day, and we discussed his leaving. But only
after he took me on a tour of his favorite projects, including a
restaurant that he not only designed, but owned. The only thing he
regretted was that his father wouldn't come inside to talk to him.
But that wasn't enough of a hook to bring him out.
                         -- Dr. Jerold Stratton, Ph.D., Psychology


HOTEL CALIFORNIA (Ark of the Damned)

The Dream Park was conceived as the ultimate test of the future
today. Brainchild of future activist Trurl Klapaucius, the Dream
Park has degenerated into the best example of what the future has
to offer.

>>>[This is the hope of the future, chummer. Our population has
already recovered from Vitas, and is growing faster and faster. We
need more room for people, and the more room we take for people,
the less we have for food, even synth. Trurl may have given up,
but he's given us our only chance at a future of hope, rather than
a future of pollution, sweat, and homeliness]<<<
-- Mel Walsinats [05:32:19/05:11:52]

Trurl emigrated from Poland to Seattle in 2030, and acquired
backing for his project (Dream Park) in three years. Construction
began on June 22, 2034 and was completed on September 18. The
original Dream Park contained 400 rooms. Trurl sold lifetime
living rights for 100,000Y each. Tenants were required to have
their own plug. Trurl provided waste disposal and food. The food
was nothing more than gruel pumped into the body, and the living
accommodations were spartan, if clean.

But the magic was in the built in matrix. The Dreamtime, he called
it, and tenants spend every moment of their lives in the
Dreamtime. In the Dreamtime, the building is a luxurious mansion,
the food is the finest cuisine the world can offer, and everyone
is beautiful. He sold all 400 spaces in 43 days.

The Seattle government freaked. They decided that they did not
like this type of development. They have since passed very
restrictive laws protecting the residents of the Dream Park and
making it next to impossible for new Parks to be built. The Dream
Park owner, for example, is forbidden to touch a tenant's base
payment -- it must be returned if the tenant ever decides to leave
or the Park is ever closed down. But it doesn't matter, because no
one wants to leave, and the interest on 40 million Nuyen is a very
nice profit, even after taxes, food, and custodial expenses. After
all, only the minimum of upkeep is necessary. No one ever unplugs
from the Dreamtime.

>>>[Well, not quite true. But the turnover is incredibly slow.
Last year, only 10 vacancies opened up, and the year before, only
12. So far this year, 3 vacancies have been filled. Out of 1,600,
that's pretty fraggin' low. Unfortunately, we don't know how many
of those are people leaving and how many are deaths.]<<<
-- Frank Bishop [06:27:33/05-12-52]

>>>[How little you know. Nobody dies in the dreamtime -- we're
forever young, there's no sickness, no disease. What's there to
die from?]<<<
-- Mel Walsinats [07:31:01/05-12-52]

>>>[I think you've mistaken your virtuality for reality, Mel, old
chap. Your icon may be in paradise, but your body is atrophying in
its own shit.]<<<
-- Wily Coyote [09:05:51/05-12-52]

>>>[Drek, Coyote-san. They take care of us here. The vessels are
kept clean, and if they atrophy, well, so what? There's only one
important muscle on the whole thing.]<<<
-- Mel Walsinats [18:54:32/05-12-52]

Trurl grew disillusioned with his child, and sold it to Sam
Belding (accountant for Concrete Illusion) for a reputed sum of
2.8 million Nuyen in 2042. Belding doubled the number of spaces --
after all, the tenants didn't need any of the space other than
their bed and their jack. He offered to let anyone who wanted to
leave (there was a waiting list, supposedly, of 5,000 people who
wanted in), leave. Only 78 people did so. Then, he turned around
and sold the 478 new spaces for 150,000Y. The seed grew to 103.9
million Nuyen. It was during Belding's tenure that Dream Park
became known as the Ark of the Damned. When he sold it, most of
the letters in the neon logo had stopped working (in the real
world; in the Dreamtime, of course, they're fine), leaving the
letters "D  am  ark" which may or may not have been purposeful.
Belding sold in 2048.

The third (and final) owner is Dr. William Hansen. He has doubled
the number of spaces again -- there are now 1,600 tenants in the
Dream Park. All of the neon letters are dim now, and the place has
come to be known as "Hotel California." 299 of the original
tenants remain, and 385 of the second group remain. Those who
bought the approximately 800 new spaces paid 180,000Y apiece, and
the price has currently risen to 200,000Y.

Only government inspectors are allowed to see the inside of the
Dream Park. Visitors must jack in in the visitors' lounge, and
prospective tenants are allowed to jack in from the landlord's
office. The waiting list is rumored to hold over 1,000 people, so
the Dr. Hansen doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to, as
long as it's not required by law. There are four people to a room
(what used to be a single person room in Trurl's day), and it'll
probably jump to 6 people per room soon (3 beds, 2 high). That'll
bring the population of Dream Park to 2,400. If Seattle ever
relents, you can be sure that Dream Park will build up as well.
It's still only 4 stories tall!




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TESS DIARY
                                                   by LLWardIII

[Writer's Note: This is the summer diary of my character Tess, a
grade 0 Snake shaman. She walks in a different world than most of
us. Comments welcome at [e-mail]]


>>June 3 / Seattle / Voice mode<<
   I have confusion. I thought the running of shadows was the
Path. I no longer know. I'm not confident that setting my thoughts
in this pseudo-permanent medium is a rational act, but Jana seemed
to think so. My confusion is such that I will consider anything.
(Anything? A dangerous thought, if true. Even my honesty eludes
me.) There is too much black.
   Maybe it is the mundane concerns. The current resolution with
Aztechnology should be a break. But is it a resolution? Baal has
left to avoid possible retribution; that seems prudent. I should
leave but is that the right thing? My dream of the wind through
the sculpted walls seemed far.
   Chicago. But the sneer....

>>June 4 / Seattle / Voice mode<<
   I have just played back my first entry. John says that the
voice-to-text translator seems to work fine. If I am sure of
anything, it is to take his word for technical matters. I can
remember speaking more between some of the sentences from
yesterday, but I must have just thought them. Interesting.

>>June 6 / Seattle / Voice mode<<
   Went back into Redmond to make my goodbye's (for how long) to
old friends. The first time I'd stepped onto Brain Eaters turf for
years. I wasn't even in colors. Even though I've come to recognize
lust in males, I've never fully understood it. Bruiser felt, not
lust exactly, but something. I'd never noticed that before. He
seemed concerned for my safety on my journey. I'm glad I told them
I was going to Los Angeles.
   Troxia has disappeared. She has apparently run off with a
corper and moved to, coincidentally (?), Chicago. The Eaters are
uneasy, but anything that gets her out of here should curb her
chiplust. Voracious appetite for new input, but no will to go get
it. She's a lot like me in some ways, had it not been for Snake.
   The loss of the arm seems to have made Buck more philosophical.
He said very little, but he and I always understood one another
anyway. I'm sure he knew I'm really going to Chicago. He reached
into a box and pulled out something I never thought I'd see again.
The Collar. He kept it after he killed Marcus, apparently just in
case he needed to make an object lesson. He said "It is the chain
that you're dragging that was once your relief." (I wish I'd been
looking at him from the Ethereal then. I'd swear -- for a brief
moment -- that Dog spoke through him. More confusion.) He seemed a
bit uneasy about how I'd react to The Collar.
   It almost seems like that frightened, ignorant creature was a
lifetime ago.
   I'll be glad to get out of here tomorrow. This hotel room is
beginning to depress me. Or is it the city? To much black.

>>June 7 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Chicago airport is a zoo. I'm glad I was in a suit. I'm also
glad I left the taser behind. Huh, imagine the look on the maid's
face when she finds that in the sink. She's probably used to it.
   The woman next to me on the plane was in simsense for the whole
flight. She was an executive secretary. I examined cyberware very
closely from astral for the first time. I never noticed how truly
intricate the fusion between flesh and machine is. It was actually
quite beautiful.
   I begin to understand why cyberware, by its nature, makes
healing so difficult. The patterns. So beautiful. I have not the
words.

>>June 8 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Talked to a gentleman in a bar, discovered that he had just
lost his wife. I watched him astrally while he drank and the
alcohol seemed to improve his state. We talked for hours (I mostly
listened) and he never asked my name. Just needed someone to talk
to.
   I bought a taser. Funny how something that would have landed me
in jail at the airport can be bought without license from a
sporting goods store.
   Chicago's emotional state, in general, is a bit more negative
that Seattle. The weather, perhaps. Maybe just the crowding. Or is
it the Mafia? (Morte Alles Francia, Italia... something). Is it
relevant?

>>June 9 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Been studying ancient Chinese all day. Some interesting texts
from library.

>>June 11 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Stopped a rape. I was downtown, when I thought I saw Troxia. It
turned out not to be her, but I followed her for a while. I
noticed a man doing the same. His aura was a bit... twisted, so I
mind probed him. Nauseating. He was so far gone, I don't think he
noticed. I ambushed him with the taser and left him sprawling in
the street. No one seemed to care.
   Even so, I felt badly about sifting his thoughts. Every time
I've done it before was in desperation. And the... subjects knew it
was coming. I'm glad I decided against probing Cat's Eye while he
slept that first night.
   Today was the first spell I've cast in days. Now that my
attention is focused on it, it feels like the mundane world is
driving it's hooks into me. I think now might be a good time for
an astral tour of the city.

>>June 13 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Last night seemed to help.
   I sought out Troxia this afternoon in earnest. I tried to learn
the city be asking around the old fashioned way, but I had to
resort to summoning a watcher. (They grow them a bit strange
looking out here). Troxia and her "significant other" joined me
for lunch. Doesn't seem like Troxia's type, but who am I to judge.
Troxia told me later that it was all biz.
   Dreamt of the sneering face again, but He wasn't sneering this
time. He seems very familiar, but is that just part of the dream?
Baal put digitized pictures of everyone we ran across into this
gizmo, but His face is not any of them. Something about two small
creeks crossing is there, but eludes me.

>>June 14 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Another dream of the Face. This time eating rattlesnake.
Couldn't sleep after that. I am beginning to feel the Face is on
my Path. As an obstacle, judging by the symbolism, yet it doesn't
feel that way. I'm going to have to find this man.
   Spent the day trying to buy Peyote, in the hopes that it will
make my dreams stronger. Very hard to get here, but found some. It
is good to have a tangible direction.

>>June 15 / Chicago / Voice mode<<
   Dreams of the Face again; this time hiding something. The
crossing streams are not creeks but rivers. I got the feeling of a
mountain surrounded city. I'm going to Denver.
   I ran into an artist on the El today, and he drew a likeness of
the Face from my description. It is something at least.

>>June 16 / Denver / Keypad mode<<
   This city is beautiful! The sun was setting over the Rockies,
just as the plane landed. Although legally I am supposed to be in
the UCAS sector, I have a room in neutral downtown.
   No dreams last night. I think I am getting closer.

>>June 17 / Denver / Voice mode<<
   Downtown is set off at 45 degrees to the rest of the city, so I
got a bit lost today. A huge Amerind corp-type pointed out that
the mountains are always to the west. I should have thought of
that.
   Between bouts of scanning the screamsheets for the Face, I took
an astral tour. This town almost pulses with deals. A very odd
sensation. I saw a mage lose control of a Fire Elemental and paid
close attention to it's aura. The entity killed the mage, then
flew off into the night, both of which I expected. Its
aura/emotion when it killed its summoner was not the satisfaction
of revenge that I'd expected. No desire, but no regret either, as
if it was just something that it had to do. Very curious. When it
flew away, however, the feeling of freedom it radiated almost
consumed me. I noticed that, inside my pocket, my right hand was
wrapped tightly around the Collar.

>>June 18 / Denver / Voice mode<<
   Went to Confluence Park, where the Platte river meets Cherry
Creek. Obviously not the rivers. I overheard a woman mention the
Cherry Creek Mall. Just to be thorough, I took a quick peek. The
mall was standard, but near by was the Tattered Cover Book Store.
Not just real paper books, but a whole building full. Clientele
was almost all Awakened. The astral charge in the air was so
thick, I wouldn't have been surprised if Spirits started forming
out of thin air.

>>June 20 / Denver / Voice mode<<
   Haven't made much progress on locating the Face, but haven't
had the dreams either.
   I did meet a decker named Ty, who is looking for work. Very
interesting aura. Intricate beyond anything I've seen. For that
reason, I think, I find myself very drawn towards the
shadowrunner. I asked about the picture of Face and mentioned a
price tag. We are now working out of a downtown apartment. I feel
hopeful.

>>June 22 / Denver / Voice mode<<
   The Face now has a name: Whittiker. He is part of the Pueblo
Corporate Council. That makes sense to me for some reason.
   Ty has been showing me around the Matrix. It gives me a
horrible headache, but is very fascinating. I begin to understand
the thrill John feels when fishing secrets from miles away.

>>June 25 / Denver / Voice mode<<
   Whittiker is in the city of Pueblo, a hundred miles south. From
a map I see that the Arkansas and Fountain Rivers merge there.
Whittiker's position seems innocuous enough, but we are heading
for Pueblo as soon as we make the arrangements. Ty knows a samurai
there named Rojo.
   >>Keypad mode<< As I was looking at Ty this morning, I caught a
strange expression in my reflection in the window. It seems like
I've seen that expression before on someone else. I'm beginning to
get a bit confused over my feelings toward Ty (if only because I
don't know what they are), but I must not let that confusion
affect my Path.

>>June 30 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I can't even remember how much of the information we're finding
I have put into this diary. I should go back to check, but I don't
have time. Our discoveries are coming very quickly.

>>July 6 / Pueblo / Keypad mode<<
   I've mixed emotions about last night. The experience was
enlightening, to say the least, but now, as I write surrounded by
satin sheets, I have doubts as to my goal. Yesterday I was sure
that Whittiker's secrets were the reason I was drawn to this
place, but after last night, I am beginning to question this.
   I have never before experienced what Ty brought forth in me
last night. The (I have trouble even writing it) ecstasy coursing
through me was enough to send my soul out into its astral home; a
reprise, almost, of my gang initiation. As then, I could see my
meatbody below me, but it wasn't still. I could see it spasming
under Ty's caress.
   Even stranger, I could feel it.
   Somehow I could still feel my body. Every touch. Every kiss. As
if I had somehow bridged the tenuous gap between mind and body.
More likely is was my partner's doing, although probably
unintentional.
   Even as she sleeps, Ty's aura is vibrant, especially where her
skin touches her husband's. Lying on Ty's opposite side (which is
curious, as when I went to sleep, he was asleep between us), Rojo
is easier to figure out, but no less interesting. His aura pulses
faintly (in time to his heart, I believe), a strong contrast to
last night. An odd effect; parts of him completely black, while
from the patches where he still has his original body, his aura
seemed to explode. I think Snake is watching him.
   Personal indulgence aside, this is what concerns me. Is
Whittiker really on my Path? Or was I actually drawn here just to
meet these two people? Ty and Rojo have certainly affected me. It
is almost like Awakening again. But, no. It can't be; the guards
on Whittiker's secrets are to strong for Snake and I to ignore.
But... something.
   Last night was significant, and not just because of the
enlightening astral connection. Nor because I finally understand
why Humanity places such a strong emphasis on the pleasures of
mating. Something else is there.
   In spite of my growing doubts and nagging suspicions, Rojo, Ty
and I are going to go through with the plan to infiltrate
Whittiker's building. I must have answers. My mind tells me that I
will find them there, but my spirit tells me that the answers (and
perhaps the questions) will differ vastly from my expectations.
Snake has remained annoyingly quiet. Although that has happened
before, I am still frightened.

>>July 7 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   >>Input error. Impedance overload<<
   Aaaaannn. Fuck!
   >>Input error. Microphone spike<<
   Venom! This fucking hurts.
   >You should stay quiet, Tess.
   Stupid, stupid, stupid! Too much black.
   >You'll be fine Tess, just hang on.
   >>Nil translation<< Ty?
   >I'm here.
   Important. Get sword to Jana. Seattle. >>Nil translation<<
   >Who? What sword?
   Get that fucking thing away from me!
   >Easy, love, easy. Rojo, put the patch away.
   >>Nil translation<<
   >Tess! Tess!
   >>Is she...?
   >No. Just unconscious. She cast a healing spell on herself
before we got there.
   >>Let's hope she held it long enough. I found her clothes.
   >The bleeding's stopped.
   >>Christ. I'm going to go get... the...the rest of her.
   >Be careful. Are you all right?
   >>No. Not after this. What's that flashing?
   >What? Oh. Her secretary is recording.
   >>Turn it off.
   >Hurry back.
   >>Interru

>>July 9 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   As soon as we got in, I knew it was wrong. How fucking stupid
could I be? It hurts so much. It feels like my arm is on fire,
even though I know it's no longer there. If my intact eye wasn't
swollen shut, I might cry.
   I... I think Rojo blames himself, but it was my fault I got
caught. I should have been paying more attention to where he was
going. Rojo says Whittiker's gun fired explosive flechettes. Thank
All that he didn't pull the trigger when.... The sick fuck. Who
shoots someone bound in front of them?
   Damn it. I'm bleeding again. Not that I can see it. Snake. I
could heal myself, if only I could see.
   Shit.
   I think... I think it may be time to put myself in debt. I can't
continue like this. The true sadness is that it's all my fault. I
misinterpreted something somewhere. I don't know. What did I do
wrong?

>>July 11 / unknown / Keypad mode<<
   Interfactor seemed... tense, for lack of a better word, although
that probably isn't possible. He (?) managed to get me out here,
wherever "here" is. I think I'm somewhere in Japan. Chiba would
make sense, given the nature of my upcoming surgery.
   The Surgeon (that's all I have heard him called) said that he'd
never seen wounds like mine before. I agreed, and given some of
Baal's violence, that is not a small statement. I'm a bit glad I
can't see my body in the real plane, 'cause it's appearance is
very distressing in the astral plane. The Surgeon informs me that
a spread of six of the flechettes impacted around my right armpit,
destroying my breast, some ribs and exploding my shoulder. Another
cluster (or maybe two) spread down to my left hip, destroying my
eye (I'm apparently lucky I don't have brain damage) and bruising
some bone.
   My arm, according to the Surgeon will not accept a vat grown
replacement, so he is cyber-replacing it. That didn't sound right
to me, until I took a good look at my stump from astral. Something
is preventing it. I have a feeling it is Snake, which is
disconcerting. I'm told that normally they can install machinery
which doesn't take away as much of my humanity, but that since
they don't have the flesh of my real arm to work with, I have to
settle for the normal stuff. The eye will be almost half organic,
as will the sub-dermal plating that the Surgeon insists upon ("to
reinforce your damaged skeletal structure.") Apparently, the
problem with grafting real flesh to my arm does not exist for my
breast, so thankfully they are simply growing me a new one.
   I'd love to crawl around this place sometime. John would be
very interested in their machines, I have a feeling.
   I am not looking forward to surgery. The Surgeon assures me
that everything will be fine, but I haven't told him about the
intensity of my dreams. The surgery itself doesn't scare me, but
the idea of being chemically prohibited from waking up does.
   If something should go wrong, my will can be found at SAN
(0003)-09-2938 box 747. Passcode "Jormungandr."

>>July 29 / unknown / Voice mode<<
   I almost forgot about this thingy.
   The bandages are finally off. Yay! During the actual surgery, I
apparently drove them crazy, as I kept blinking into a Metaplane.
None of the mages here have access to the Metaplanes, so to them
it seemed that my aura just vanished, even though my body was
still showing vital signs.
   Oooo. Pink!
   Um... I did dream, but I don't remember . I looked at some of my
EEGs. The docs said they were strange, but they just looked like
squiggles. I'm told they tried an experimental simsense recorder
on me in an attempt to record my dreams. I don't think it worked.
   My meatbody looks great! I had thought there would be scarring.
I keep breaking cups with my new hand, but I'm getting better. The
injectors were Interfactor's idea. The eyes are amazing. They can
see heat patterns and zoom in on far away objects. They can even
cry. I can't feel the plating at all unless I probe with my
fingers. My new breast is fine. It is now the same size as its
opposite. I never realized how annoying that almost-invisible size
difference bothered me until now.
   >>Input error: Nil translation. 67% probability of being
laughter.<<
   Wow. I think these drugs are getting to me. I'd better stop
talking before I say something silly.

>>August 2 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I just woke up here, even though I was in a hospital bed when I
went to sleep. It was almost like a dream, but the light
reflecting off my arm would seem to indicate otherwise. Damn,
nothing quite like spending 800K for a month of surgery. I'm gonna
get my bearings, then find Ty and Rojo. Then Snake and I have a
long overdue appointment.
   I've only been to Snakehome once before. Maybe twice. I don't
really know what to expect. The first time, I was invited. Last
time I was welcome. This time around I don't even know if I'll be
allowed in. My power has diminished. I can't seem to make spells
work without chanting in Chinese. That is most distressing. It
seems like I should know something about the Path I got injured
on... why it went wrong.
   I don't have it.

>>August 3 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   They're both dead. Rojo... he...
   >>Input error. Microphone spike<<
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>>August 4 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   The storage seemed to transfer O.K. Where did this temper come
from? Looking back over this log... I don't know. I would never have
tossed my pocket sec into a mirror three months ago. Very
disturbing.
   I feels like my world is falling apart. My magic is going. My
friends are gone. Ty... O.K.... Ty got...killed. Black IC apparently.
Running something in Denver. Rojo first found her. He killed
himself. He... left....

>>August 5 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   Words are harder now. I never told Rojo that I didn't hold him
responsible for what happened to me. I can't help but feel....
   What is wrong with me? I've lost people before. People I've
known longer than Ty and Rojo put together. I... damn it. Calm.
   Calm.

>>August 6 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   Buried them today. I used to think that burials were to ensure
the spirits of the Dead rest. I think now that they're more for
the living. Nothing makes you deal with death more than planting
your friends in the ground.
   Took a long walk. Beautiful weather, which I found depressing.
It is becoming a bit clearer.

>>August 7 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I've been wandering in a haze for days. Time to stop. I
understand love. I loved Ty and Rojo, although not in the way they
loved each other. Bruiser loves me; we had the same look. It seems
absurd that I didn't recognize that last time I saw him.
   I've been putting off seeking Snake due to my grief. No. Due to
fear. I go tonight. I go alone.

>>August 8 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   It is so clear! I don't know why it took so long to realize.
It... well... start at the beginning.
   My quest began in a sweat filled room with only one door. This
short, greasy bald guy with a horrendous cigar entered from the
other direction, blocking my path. He started to taunt me about
loosing my magic. I thought it was some sort of test, but he never
made any sort of question or point. Looking back on it now, I can
see that it was a test of separating the mundane irrelevancies
from my magic. When he began to make dry comments on my sex life,
I said "Does any of this matter?" He just looked at me. I told him
to fuck off any pushed him out of the way. He didn't seem to mind,
and I sure felt a lot more confident.
   I thought I'd prepared myself for the sudden shifts in scenery
so typical of the Metaplanes. I was wrong.
   Suddenly I found myself staring right into what I can only
describe as the Source of Magic. Mana flowed out of a void,
flooding the universe to infinity in every direction. It was
enrapturing. After a long while (almost too long, I now realize),
I noticed that the flow wasn't really fluid at all. More like
individual streamlets. I noticed that one of the streamlets --
maybe threads is a better word -- seemed wrong somehow. I traced
it's path from the void and found that it passed just above me.
   I remembered some bad hermetic theory that I'd read long ago.
I'd always considered it garbage, but it seemed to work here. I
experimented with the flow a bit. I made a wrong move and it
charged through my body. It just left me tingling, but I think it
could have been much worse. The stream seemed normal after that.
I'd apparently fixed it.
   Water rushed around my ankles, and I was naked in a sewer.
Almost like growing up again, but I was already full grown and not
afraid. I felt Snake just around the corner.
   Realization struck just before I turned.
   Snake was before me, but elusive to the eye. She seemed to
radiate thoughts this time and never spoke. I knew that my damage
and loss of magic had been a punishment, but that was now
incidental, because I now knew why I had been punished.
   I shouldn't have needed the hint, but the magic threads finally
made sense. The thread was, of course, mine, but it wasn't
'wrong,' just misused; or... sorcery done correctly, but for the
wrong reasons. I'd been questioning everything. Is this on my
path, is that on my path? Stupid. The path will come to me, not
vice versa.
   Snake seemed to smile.
   For the first time in Her presence, I felt confident. Even now,
as I sit here alone, I understand that do not know where I am
going. And as never before, knowing that I do not gives me great
strength.

>>August 10 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I am still struck by the simplicity of Snake's lesson. I
suppose all True things seem simple once they are understood. I
talked to another of Snake's Chosen about the lesson today. He
seemed to think that I should be upset about the permanency of it.
I don't think he believed me when I said that I'd met Snake.
   I don't think She chose him the same way She chose me.
   Mentioning being chosen has reminded me of something Snake told
me long ago. "You must not dwell on whether I think something is
right or wrong. I have chosen you. Your decision will be the
correct one." I should not have forgotten that.
   A Mage told me about a Sorcery lecture series given at the
local college by some guest lecturer. A week ago, I would have
worried about if going to this lecture was on my Path. It is
somewhat liberating to have those thoughts vanish. The lectures
have crossed my path, and sound interesting, so I will attend. The
point is that I won't know if they are on the Path until they are
finished.
   "Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitudes."

>>August 11 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   This sorcery seminar looks most intriguing. The professor is
not Human. I mean literally not a Homo Sapiens. He calls himself
Dion Kimber and is a City Spirit.
   He passed out a syllabus (which looks a bit too hermetically
oriented for my tastes) but chose to tell his own story instead of
teaching sorcery for the first lecture. He apparently went free
some years ago after his summoner died. A corporate wage mage;
geeked during a shadowrun. He seems very interesting.
   Only today have I noticed that I have cultivated Ty's more
revealing style of dress. A subtle tribute perhaps? In this heat
though, you need to dress skimpily. I actually wouldn't have
noticed, but this early bloomer kept staring at my breasts during
the lecture. Couldn't be more than fourteen years old. No skill,
but lots of raw power. Coyote chosen, I think. The class is going
to confuse the hell out of him.

>>August 14 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I had to leave class today, 'cause I started to weep over Ty.
Irrational timing. After I calmed down, though, I felt really
good. Made me realize that she really did mean that much.
   The kid is in way over his head, which could be dangerous. He
still continues to stare down my cleavage. I'm going to have to do
something about that.
   I'm finding only one idea in four from lecture new, and maybe
one out of every three of those useful. I almost forget that most
of these students (not to mention the teacher) haven't ever seen
the Metaplanes. Most of them -- how did Rojo put it? -- "don't know
dick" about astral space.
   While shopping for my sorcery texts (mostly philosophy stuff),
I found a book on enchanting. Hermetic, but I can relate to some
of it. It's much more interesting than the sorcery texts, at
least.

>>August 16 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I cornered the kid today and asked him why he found my breasts
so fascinating. He kind of fumbled and mumbled sheepishly, which
was sorta cute.
   I gave him a ride home, then invited myself in so I could
convince him to look elsewhere for magical training. I mean, the
kid's parents don't even know he's Awakened. I lay down the
basics, especially the difference between shamanic and hermetic
magic. That seemed really illuminating to him (as it did to me,
all those years ago.) He asked me to tutor him for the summer. I
refused.
   I talked myself out and turned to go, but he stopped me and
said "I find your breasts fascinating because I don't have them."
I was a bit too stunned to respond, and so he, eyes looking at the
floor, said "Can I see them?" I remember thinking only: and the
Path will come to you. I took off my shirt.

>>August 17 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   The kid (I never did learn his name) didn't show up in class
today; a good sign. He'll do fine. Magically, he and I are a lot
alike.
   I've been thinking about yesterday, and I'm not so sure that I
went away profitless. I'd never made love to another magician
before. There were some odd astral ripples. We both noticed them,
and I think he may have learned more about magic from them than he
did from anything I told him. I gained a little something into how
sorcery effects auras. In fact, now that I think about it, it
makes one of the points of today's lecture very clear.

>>August 20 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   Today I witnessed the joy of two parents in a park. Their child
took her first steps, and was soon walking around the grass. For
the first time that I can remember, I found myself thinking about
my parents. Who were they? Why did they leave? It seems almost
unnatural that I've not thought about it before.

>>August 24 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I had lunch with Professor Kimber this noon. He is a
fascinating man. Spirit, rather. Some of his subtle movements are
so human, it gets hard to tell. He seems such an average normal-
guy, and then bam, he says the most brilliant thing you've ever
heard.
   I've been using this diary much less, recently. I think that's
a good sign. Maybe I don't need it any more.

>>September 3 / Santa Fe / Voice mode<<
   I've been traveling around with Dion. We've been teaching each
other in the most wondrous locations. I can see why the NAN make
such a big deal of pollution. I'd kill to regain this land, too.
   Dion has thought me a few new spells and I've gotten better at
casting the ones I already know. Dion is actually a very artistic
spirit. He's been encouraging my attempts at illusion sculpting.
He's much better at it than I am. In return, I've been trying to
teach him alchemy. It is going slowly. (I think spirits have a
slower learning rate than humans. More repetitions seem
necessary.)
   It seems odd that I've become so intimate with an astral
entity. A hundred years ago, I might have been burned at the
stake. Nowadays it's simply unusual. Dion has been with other
women before. Lots of women, if the seemingly limitless pool of
ideas he suggests is any indication. His staying power is
impressive.
   I find his predilection for handcuffs interesting. He seems to
relish the control. At first I thought it was just control over
me, but I think it is really the idea that he is in control of a
magician that pleases him. When he first suggested the idea to me,
I flat out refused; more ghosts from the past. Later I told him
that I would if he'd tell me his truename. I expected him to
freak, but he just looked at me and said "You can find that out
yourself, can't you?" I said "Yes, I can." He thought about that
for a second, then told me.
   Being bound still doesn't appeal to me, but it gets him very
excited, and that does appeal to me. Perhaps more than it should.

>>September 14 / Taos / Voice mode<<
   Dion vanished three days ago. All my attempts to find him have
failed. Either he has been banished or he doesn't want me to find
him. In either case, I'm fairly certain that his truename was a
lie. That surprised me, but it shouldn't have. I'm slipping a bit.
This sounds heartless, but I don't miss him very much. I think we
looked at each other as pleasant experimentation. I'm glad I never
showed him the Collar.
   I'm beginning to miss home a bit. If for no other reason than I
knew how the city worked. I have about a week left before my visa
expires, so I'm going to head over to Sedona.

>>September 15 / Sedona / Voice mode<<
   This is one interesting place. On the one hand it is
extraordinarily beautiful; the green against red against gray. On
the other hand, it is filled with mundane magic-wannabees. I've
never seen so many crystals in my life. You hear stories about the
NAN lands, and how noble the Indians are, but I can't believe that
the whites in this particular town were any worse than these
people.
   I was meditating up on a cliff, and one of these guys asks "May
I join you?" I couldn't believe it. I was real tempted to blast
the fucker off the mountain.
   Hmmm. There is music playing from the next room that sounds
familiar. Reminds me of sewers, for some reason.
   Superchunk!
   >>Input error -- Impedance overload<<

>>September 19 / Pueblo / Voice mode<<
   I think my decision about where to go next has been made for
me. I seem to be a bit low on funds. I hate that feeling. Anyway,
I leave for Seattle tomorrow. It'll be good to see the troops
again.
   Maybe.

[Writer's Note: Tess was killed two months after this entry.]



AMAZON TALES
                                 Sony-Louis Rollando


When my dad lived in New Orleans, I used to sneak out to the
docks. The docks were a real sight for a ten year old. A lot of
men, drunken bastards, used to hang out there. Probably still do.
There were always a few kids out there, and we'd always gang
together, more for protection than any kind of friendship. There
were always new faces, and always some old faces who just stopped
coming down. I always figured their parents found out, and kept
them away. Most of the docksiders were listless and gray, but
there were some right mean bastards as well.

Only a few of the bums would talk to us, mostly old sailors, I
think. We always knew where they were. One I remember real well
was a gray-haired old guy we called Patch-Eye. Never knew his real
name, though we knew the name of an old flame of his -- he had her
name tattooed beneath a picture of her on his right arm, though
he'd never talk about her.

Patch-Eye could just as well have been Pegleg. I guess he was
missing a lot of his body, and back then cyber just wasn't as
common as it is now. I suppose cyber probably never did become as
common in the Confederacy as it has here. I haven't been home for
well over a decade now.

Anyway, Patch-Eye was still pretty good with his remaining eye. He
could identify most any ship that came into the harbor, by name
and origin, while it was still a sail, a smokestack, or an
antennae array on the horizon. This was how most of his tales
usually started.

"See that ship out there? That's the Marie Celeste III, bound from
Amazonia. Probably loaded down with fruit and nuts, and not a few
of them fetishes."

Few of us had ever seen any imported fruits. They were for people
better than us. But most of us had been to a 'mamaloa' at least
once, and seen their bottles and wands. Fetishes from the small
jungles of South America, on the Pacific, were in sharp demand by
the local witches.

"I was down in South America many times," he said, "but only once
in the Amazon. You kids've never seen anything like that."

Actually, us kids had never seen much other than old drunks, muddy
marshes, and yellowed, dying plants. Maybe that's why we listened
so intently to him.

"Yeah, It was the Jesus San Marcos, a huge clipper, sails like an
ocean of their own. Captain Washman, he was the owner as well, he
sold his house for that boat, and a better deal he never made.
Last I heard, old Washout sailed it to Free Europe, or whatever
they call themselves now, and was running the African coast.

'Yeah, we sailed the San Marcos to the mouth of the Amazon. The
Captain'd hired out to bring back some hunters and their game. Me
and the rest of the crew, we figured it'd be some monsters. The
jungles have always been odd, but after the awakening, no place
could outdo the jungles for wickedness. All the legends of the
jungles came true -- the Rahara of the Yanoama, the snake-lovers
of the Warao, Yoin of the Kaingang."

Of course, none of us had been around during the awakening. We
figured life before then must've been like life without
electricity, or without computers.

"What are they? The Rahara is a snake, bigger than an anaconda.
They can sleep for days, and even weeks, letting the jungle grow
right over them. But let someone try to walk over it, and the head
will whip around and swallow them whole, tearing up the jungle to
do it. The Yoin is a huge, man-demon. It grabs people in the night
-- yes, even rats like you -- and shoves a knife up your ass to
rip out your heart and intestines. It eats them, I guess it thinks
they're a delicacy.

'You know, I've heard rumors that one managed to sneak away on a
trade ship, and there've been some strange deaths in the quarters
recently. I'd be careful if I were you."

We didn't know enough to actually check the newspapers at the
time, but I think he just made that up.

"So we were headed into this green hell to rendezvous with these
guys, and bring their captures back to New Orleans. We anchored
the San Marcos well into the Amazon basin, and the Captain, First
Mate, and a couple of hands, including me, we got into a big barge
and made our way upstream with poles and oars. It was hot work.
There was no breeze, and it was as humid and hot as it ever gets
here.

'We all had shotguns, and one guy, John... John Yarbrough, he had
an English longbow, just in case we ran into trouble and the guns
didn't work. They don't call 'em dead zones for nothing, you know,
and back then they weren't mapped out so well as today. Many a
man's wound up dead thinking his rifle or cyber'll save him."

Of course, the same's true even today. Ten years ago the
scientists made a big show about knowing exactly where the zones
would be, but those of us who had to use their theories quickly
learned not to trust them too much. Sure, if they predict a
zone'll be in a spot, it'll often be true. But not always. And
even in a zone there'll be pockets of normality. And we still have
no idea why they'll grow with the moon, some of them disappearing
completely with the New Moon.

Back then, though, we thought we knew everything.

"On the way in we saw a huge croc. I didn't think they came out
that close to the ocean, but that one was big as a sea serpent,
must've been 50-60 feet long.

'No, I don't know what that is in meters. Damn fools. Eat you for
an hors d'oeuvre. Snap you clean away."

You know, I'm leaving out the parts where we find him some
whiskey, or roll over another drunk for some fedsticks.. Dunno.
And I'm sure I'm still forgetting some things. Memories are the
most deceptive creatures in the awakened world. So, here goes:

He hacked up some phlegm. Some of the new kids left.

Hm... Now, you're probably getting a picture of Patch-eye as an
old, dying drunk. Okay, that's what he was. But he was a lot more
than that to us. Most of the kids had no father, or if they did,
he hated them. A lot of the kids had no parents at all. Patch-eye
was by no means a father substitute, but he was someone who
existed.

I almost said 'a lot of my friends' instead of 'a lot of the
kids,' but that'd be misleading. We stayed together for protection
and order, not out of any need for friendship. You lose that real
fast in the sprawl.

He wiped his face, and took another drink of whiskey.

"We beached the boats a few kilometers past the San Marcos. The
savanna stretched right into the horizon. It'd been a lot easier
to just bring the whole ship in, but that was against the law. It
was still legal to hunt, though, cause the jungle was still
screwy, and they were trying to regrow it. Crocs, for example --
we saw them everywhere, cause the Savannah favored them more than
the jungle would've. I guess it was more an everglades than a
Savannah, but not quite as much water.

'We made sure we camped far away from the river. We brought the
rafts, put 'em on posts, and pitched the cots a foot off the
ground. Made sleeping a whole lot easier.

'We got a message from the ship, that our contacts were further
in, into the remaining jungle, another two or three days upriver.

'At night, the insects made more noise than a city street. To the
south east, we saw what looked like the lights of a small city,
but there were no cities here anymore. The only cities left in the
Amazon were much closer to the Atlantic. I've heard rumors of dead
cities inhabited by awakened animals and ghosts, and we were glad
the insects drowned out whatever noises might be coming from that
ghost city.

'In the morning, we pushed off again, poling slowly upstream. We
passed another dead city, and as we passed I could've sworn the
insects were speaking a barely audible Indian tongue. We, though,
pushed on in silence."

Oh yes, I almost forgot. He emptied a bottle of tequila. We'd
found him a near empty bottle thrown away from a nearby bar. He
spit the worm out, and it rolled through the cracks in the dock. I
heard it splash in the bay. Big worm. He went back to the whiskey.

"That night, there were fewer bugs, but more animals. What were
once flying squirrels hopped like gliding rabbits in the tall
grass and bush. A dragon or flying snake flew across the moon
sometime early in the morning.

'The third day, we pushed up the Jari, a smaller river feeding the
Amazon, and soon entered a new, low jungle. By night, the jungle
was deep and dark. We got word from the trappers and the ship, and
figured we'd meet up the next day.

'We were just about to sleep, when we hear this sizzling in the
sky, like frying bacon. Fire fell from the trees. In another trip,
among the Taka-noo, I learned that they're familiar with this, and
blame a spirit sloth, whose shit is the source of all fire. We had
to high-tail it out of there real quick.

'I never want to move around in the jungle at night again."

We felt the same way about New Orleans.

"And then, to top it all off, sometime around 4 in the morning, it
starts raining, but the rain don't make it to us before it rolls
around in the forest roof. By that time, the drops were green and
warm, and felt like nothing less than a giant's piss.

'So, come morning, the sun starts heating the jungle up, and we're
wet and tired. And there, as we round a corner in the river, are
the trappers. So, we carried the animals back and made it to the
ship by sundown. Now, you get out of here."

What?

"Nope, that's the way it happened."

Absolutely not, and we knew it. Then some kid, I don't remember
who (well, I remember who, just not his name. When we got a
football game going, he was a good fullback), handed him a burger.
God knows where it came from.

"OK, so we see the trappers, and they've got this monster in what
looks to be the flimsiest cage I've ever seen. I mean, it had
good-sized bars, but this thing was huge."

The kids up close moved back a bit to get out of range of the
spray.

"I had no idea what it was, but I knew it was awakened. Even in
the jungle nothing like that was natural.

'It had long arms, like an orangutan, but it stood at least 8 feet
tall. No, 8 feet huge. It was an off green, like the underside of
a frog, and the head... the head was horrible. It was like someone
upended a giant spider and stuck it on this thing's neck, the
bottom side facing towards us, and a square, fanged mouth in the
center.

'When it roared, it sounded like a dying elephant.

'That's not true. I've never heard an elephant dying. Only ones
I've seen have been dead.

'Anyway, we round the bend and there this thing is, caged, sure,
but for how long? John and I, we figure we ought to turn around
right there. John's always been a smart one. I think he even went
to college. He's probably back in England now.

'I have no idea how they captured this thing. They must've pumped
it full of a keg of tranq. But as we get closer, we realize it
won't be quite so hard to get it to the ship -- the cage is on
pontoons, and there are real long ropes for tying it to their
boat. So as long as it can't break out -- and we're hoping, hey,
it hasn't broke out yet, maybe it can't -- as long as it can't
break out, we're set. Lug it in, load it up, and go home. No
problem. Piece of fuckin' cake.

'There's no way we can sleep, so we figure we might as well get
started. They had a long canoe, so eight of us row. The captain
and two of the hunters (I guess there were only two hunters, and
the rest were grunts like us) trail behind on two boats, each
connected to a corner of the cage; they're about 30 feet behind
the cage, and I'll bet they were wishing they were further. The
two hunters each had tranq rifles, and they're trailing behind at
an angle, so they can fire if they need to without worrying about
us.

'Cause if one of us gets tranqed, one of them'll have to row, of
course. One thing I wasn't too sure on was what would happen if
the cage started to catch up with us, because we were going
downstream, after all. But I guess the canoe caught more current
than the cage. That was one problem we didn't have to worry about.

'It was pretty easy going. The river was slow and steady, and we
didn't have to work too hard. Coming out onto the Amazon was the
same, though it got heady in some places. The Amazon's pretty
wide, though, and all we had to worry about was keeping centered.

'And we made it. Past the dead cities and the talking insects, and
into the basin. Had a bit of trouble loading it onto the San
Marcos, though. One sailor got a nice gouge in his arm on that
one. The ship's doctor had a hell of a time keeping it from
turning green. And then, we pulled out and headed home.

'All through the first day and night it howled and banged on its
cage. And the second day as well. But the second night... That
night was dark. Probably we missed a storm further south. But I
woke up that night, sometime after midnight, and I knew something
was wrong. I felt like I did the time I got caught in the eye of
Hurricane Gary. Like time just up and stopped. But I realized it
wasn't like the hurricane at all -- I could still hear the waves
punching up against the side of the ship, and there was a wind
whistling through the sails.

'There wasn't an ounce of sound coming from the hold. I tried to
wake up the guy next to me, but he wasn't there, and there was
something warm and wet there instead. There was no light. I got
off the bunk and woke up John, below me. We went up top, so as not
to bother the guys sleeping.

'The captain and mate were up already. In the light of their
lantern, I saw blood all over my hand, and then I got scared. Why
we survived, I don't know. The captain had gone to the hunters'
quarters to find out if the creature's silence was anything to
worry about, and they were already dead, torn apart, he said. The
thing had to be loose, and we had no weapons of worth to stop it.
Not up here, anyway. Maybe, maybe the autos downstairs.

'Oh yeah, the tranq guns were gone. Washout asked John and I to go
down and get everybody else up top. So we did. I was feeling too
sick to think straight. Downside, John got his bow, and I woke up
the two riflemen. Or tried to. One of 'em was dead, torn apart.
The other one woke up groggily. I told him to get his auto, we had
to get up. Then, John and I woke half of everyone else up -- the
other half were dead. The creature had come through here and
chosen half of us to kill. We were freaked. The rifleman began to
understand what was going on, we just told him to follow us
upstairs.

'Then he said he couldn't find his clips. He'd left one in and two
taped to the sides before turning in -- he always did. But all
three were gone, and so was his box.

'We heard something growl in the shadows, and we just shit our way
topsides. All told, there were ten of us left. And the only weapon
between us some knives and a single bow. We started lowering the
lifeboats. Washout was against it at first, but we convinced him
in seconds. There was no way we were going to take this thing on
and live.

'We lowered the two lifeboats, and while we were doing that the
captain convinced two others to help him lower the sails. Then we
climbed down, and five of us in each boat. John was the last one
down, covering us with his bow. Bravest man among us, he was. I've
nothing against college folk. We rowed off, watching the ship sit
there on the ocean, against a backdrop of one or two stars poking
through the clouds.

'We were picked up three days later, half... trashed, by a Cuban
fishing boat.

'Washout hired some guns and a ship to help him find his own ship.
He'd bet a lot of money on that boat. They found his ship to, two
or three weeks later. The creature was gone, but from what I hear,
the corpses were all strung about from the yardarm, skinned to the
muscle, and no carrion-eaters or insects anywhere near.

'I told you Washout brought his ship to Europe. Nobody here would
sign on to a ghost ship."



THE CHIPPER
                Reviews of things you have to pay for.


HELL'S ANGELS
Hunter S. Thompson
Ballantine Books, 1967
New York, NY

What's a go-gang? Face it: most of us have no idea what goes on in
the kind of motorcycle gangs that populate cyberpunk worlds such
as Shadowrun's. Well, Hunter Thompson risked his life just for us
gamers. For over a year in the sixties, he hung out with the
Hell's Angels, going to their meetings, their parties, and their
'runs,' loafing, drinking, riding, and eventually getting stomped.
His book captures the essence of cyberpunk in a world without the
cyber. If you're looking for better ways to role-play your go-
gangs, I can recommend nothing better than Hell's Angels.

Here are a few quotes taken practically at random:
"...some of their homes resemble private arsenals -- knives,
revolvers, automatic rifles and even a homemade armored car with a
machine-gun turret on top. They don't like to talk about their
weaponry... it's their only insurance policy against that day when
the Main Cop decides on a showdown, and the Angels are absolutely
certain that day is coming."

"There's only two kinds of people in the world [they say]...
Angels, and people who wish they were Angels.... it helps to
believe, when the body rot starts to hurt, that the pain is a
small price to pay for the higher rewards of being a righteous
Angel."

"there has never been one, either, who had anything but contempt
for the idea of good clean fun... which is one of the reasons they
shun even the minimum safety measures that most cyclists take for
granted. You will never see a Hell's Angel wearing a crash helmet.
Nor do they wear... leather jackets.... Anything safe, they want
no part of. The Angels don't want anybody to think they're hedging
their bets.... any independent making a pitch for Angel membership
would be rejected as "corny and chickenshit" if he showed up in
leather."

Quoting an Angel: "When you walk into a place where people can see
you, you want to look as repulsive and repugnant as possible. We
are complete social outcasts -- outsiders against society. And
that's the way we want to be. Anything good, we laugh at. We're
bastards to the world and they're bastards to us."
                                      reviewed by Jerry Stratton



THRILLING LOCATIONS
Robert Kern, Michael E. Moore,
Gerard Christopher Klug
Approximately $10.
Victory Games, Inc., 1985
New York, NY 10001

Thrilling Locations is a supplement for the James Bond 007 role-
playing game, but it makes a marvelous handbook for any
modern/near future game, including Shadowrun. Thrilling Locations
describes luxurious casinos, luxurious hotels, luxurious
restaurants, luxurious trains, luxurious boats, and luxurious
jets. Thrilling Locations is written for high-rolling adventurers
attempting to live in the world of royalty and money.

Maps are provided in each case. Almost all of the locations are
real locations. In addition, other useful information is given.
Under the casino section, a few interesting games are described.
Under the boat section, some tips on outfitting the master
villain's boat with armor and armory is provided. In each case,
tips on npc encounters are detailed. You'll have to change the
names from the Bondian things such as Plenty O'Toole, and replace
'agent' with 'runner,' but there's very little useless information
in this book. Almost nothing is game specific.

You'll get the Casino de Monte Carlo, the MGM Grand Hotel, the
Tavern on the Green, the Venice Simplon-Orient-Express (yes, that
Orient Express), the Burger Hargraves 125' cruiser, and the Regent
Air luxury Jet. All fully described and mapped out in more detail
than you're likely to need.

I'm very impressed with Thrilling Locations. I can recommend it to
any referee running a modern/near future game.
                                      reviewed by Jerry Stratton

WHITE WOLF #30
February 1992, $3.50 ($3.95 Canada).

The February issue of White Wolf contained one article
specifically dedicated to Shadowrun, and another with some
interesting ideas. There are three capsule reviews as well: The
London Sourcebook, Native American Nations Volume Two, and Total
Eclipse.

The two articles of interest to Shadowrunners are New Shamanic
Totems for Shadowrun, and The Scope of Magic.

New Shamanic Totems for Shadowrun
                                                    Berin Kinsman

These are new totems for Shadowrun mages. There's nothing special
here -- each entry is simply a sentence or two about the totem's
outlook/personality, and the advantages/disadvantages. Most are
quite useful, although the 'Skunk' looks suspiciously to have been
based on Pepe le Pew.

If you want more totems (and who doesn't?) this is worth looking
at. You'll need to modify some of them depending on the precepts
behind your world, but they're all reasonable (even the Skunk).
Here's what you get: Armadillo, Badger, Bat, Beaver, Buffalo,
Deer, Dolphin, Fox, Frog, Horse, Lizard, Mouse, Opossum, Otter,
Skunk, Squirrel, Swan, Turtle, and Weasel.


The Scope of Magic
                                              Christopher Earley

This installment of the regular column _The Scope of Magic_
provides street spells for another modern role-playing game,
_Night Life_. Each of these spells has a place in the Shadowrun
universe. They're the kind of thing a wizard/shaman might invent
just to help survive normal, mundane life. Things like a stoplight
control spell, space guitar, and fake bus tokens. Most of these
spells should be Light, and staging is unlikely to be higher than
3, usually 1 (if it ends up being Mana-based), or 2 (if it ends up
being physical).
                                      reviewed by Jerry Stratton



SEATTLE SOURCEBOOK INDEX

Wordman was nice enough to take the On Line Index to the Seattle
Sourcebook and format it so that it can be put on one sheet of
paper. You'll have to use both sides of that sheet, though. And
you'll have to get the Rich Text version, chummer.

I see from the Rigger Black Book that FASA has finally realized
that indexes are useful things. If anyone has indices for any of
the other books, though, let us know! Maybe we can compile a
comprehensive Shadowrun index.


Alabaster Maiden: 36
Alderwood Mall: 85
Algona Community Hospital: 111
Allied Independent Agribusiness: 117
Angel Express: 67
Angela's: 121
Aquaculture Lodge: 61
Aquarium: 37
Ares Macrotechnology: 71, 133, 153
The Armaldillo: 141
Assenson's Flying T-bird Farm: 117
Atlantean Foundation: 150
Atzlan: 31
Auburn Center: 97
Auburn District Courthouse: 109
Auburn District Hall: 109
Auburn General Hospital: 100
Auburn Mall: 108
Aurora Village: 38
The Aurora: 107
Aztecha International, South: 96
Aztechnology: 56-58, 35, 56, 89, 96, 150
Bagley Wright Theater: 38
Banshee: 131
Barn Burger: 107
Basil's Faulty Bar: 77
The Bawdy Lass: 114
Bellevue Art Museum: 67
Bellevue Correctional Facility: 68
Bellevue Crab House: 66
Bellevue District Courthouse: 68
Bellevue District Hall: 68
Bellevue Hilton: 66
Bellevue Pour House: 67
Bellevue Sleep & Eat: 66
Bellevue Square: 67
Berkley Soy Foods: 116
Bicson BioMedicals: 90
The Big "O": 121
Big Rhino, The: 29
Billing's Medical Services: 91
The Bishop's Corpse: 140
Black Junk Yards: 142
Blackstone's╔ of Paranatural: 115
Blood Monies Software: 98
Bob's Beer Factory: 72
The Body Mall: 134
Bosco's: 29
Bothell Mall: 115
Bowman Metal Works: 109
Brichert Paper Mills: 79
Brier Hotel: 114
Brother Anatole: 114
Cafe Sport: 29
Carnation-Seattle Ranch: 133
Casey's: 108
Cavilard Research Center: 71
Center House: 38
Charles Royer Building: 42
Charles Royer Station: 78
Chez Ogino: 26
City Health South: 100
Clone Zone Mall: 108
Club Penumbra: 36
Community General: 111
Comfy Cubicle
     Lakewood: 76
     Merideth: 96
Cougar Mountain Hospital: 72
Cougar Mountain Resort Hotel: 96
Council Island Hospital: 62
Council Island Inn: 60
Covington Rent and Rest: 104
The Crime Mall: 143
Crusher 495: 131
The Crying Wall: 78
Cutting Edge: 37
Dadson Vision Entertainments: 89
Damian's: 29
Dante's Inferno: 36
Darrington Correctional Facilities: 86
Dassurn Securities: 43
DeClerry's: 77
DeGear's Electronics: 72
Deireadh An Tuarthell: 142
Denton's Lore Store: 101
Diamond Deckers: 109
Dieringer Sleep Company: 107
Dirty Rikki's: 85
Doctor's Hospital of Tacoma: 80
The Downfall: 131
Downtown Library: 38
Dr. Bob's Quickstitch Clinic: 134
The Dragon's Roar: 67
The Drunken Non-Com: 126
Eagle Lodge: 61
Ebey's Bar: 85
The Edge: 29
Edmonds Instruments: 116
Elliot's: 29
Elven View: 28
The Emerald Room: 28
Enumclaw Moneymaker Hotel: 107
Everett Beacon Mall: 85
Everett Community College: 91
Everett District Court House: 86
Everett District Hall: 86
Everett Gala Inn: 84
Everett General Hospital: 91
Everett Naval Hospital: 91
Everett Naval Shipyard: 89
Everett Triple Tree Inn: 84
Evergreen Kingdom: 39
Executive Body Enhancements: 46
Exhibition Hall: 39
Ezell's Southern Accent: 66
Fast Freddie's Surgery: 46
Federal Building: 42
Federated Boeing Auburn Facility: 110
Federated Boeing Everett Facility: 89
Federated Boeing Field: 43
Federated Boeing Metalworks: 79
Federated Boeing Renton Facilities: 98
Federated Boeing Shipyards: 43
Fenris Nacht: 80
The Filthy Dragon: 104
Fort Lewis District Hall : 125
Fort Lewis Sauna: 126
Fort Lewis Stockades: 125
Fort Lewis Visitor's Quarters: 121
Fort Lewis Zoological Gardens: 122
The Frag Grenade: 54
French W Ranch: 116
Friendship Restaurant: 61
Fuchi Research Compound: 71
Gaeatronics: 71, 151
Gates Undersound Hotel: 26
The Gates: 72
Geon, Douglas: 48
Glass Onion: 29
Global Technologies: 71
Golden Soy: 121
Good Samaritan: 143
Gracie's For Ribs: 30
Grand Attraction: 84
Grand Council Lodge: 61
Gravity Bar: 30
Gravity Bar North: 85
The Gray Line: 30
Greasy Ben's: 100
The Green Nymph: 118
Green River Inn: 107
Green Village: 30
Greenwoods Inn: 66
Hajek's Computers: 91
Harborview Hospital: 45
Haukshorn Complex: 44
Health Maintenance Organization: 45
Hell's Kitchen Tours: 141
Hilton, Bellevue: 66
     Lake Youngs: 96
     Seattle: 27
The Hole Story: 108
Hollywood Correctional Facilities: 132
Hollywood Hospital: 134
Hollywood Simsense : 133
Hotel Nikko: 27
Howling Good Time: 141
Humana Hospital: 80
Icarus Descending: 30
Independent Information Network: 90
Ingersoll and Berkley : 90
Ingersoll and Berkley Tower: 44
Ingersoll Aquaculture: 116
The Italiano: 101
The Jackal's Lantern: 131
Jason's Bar and Grill: 85
Jay's Boathouse North: 114
The Joke: 131
Kennedy's Cheap Electronics: 92
Kenston Aircraft Interiors: 142
Kingsley Precision Metals: 117
Knight Errant: 64, 71
Knight Errant Training Academy: 98
Knutson's Country Home: 31
Lake Forest Park: 115
Lake Wilderness Hospital: 111
Lake Youngs Hilton: 96
Lakewood Comfy Cubicle: 76
Lakewood Shezan: 77
Laubenstein Plaza: 27
Learson Shipyards: 79
Lee Chee Garden: 31
Life-Eez Appliances: 133
Ling Ho: 31
Little Bit O' Saigon: 28
Lone Star: 151
Lone Star Security Building: 44
Lost Unicorn: 121
Loveland Bump and Sleep: 140
Loveland Quinn's: 143
Lucas Place: 27
Lynwood Library: 92
The Mad Woman: 131
Madigan Army Hospital: 125
Magician's Feast: 107
Main Place Arcade: 67
Maple Valley General: 100
Maple Valley Mall: 97
Marcus' Hotel: 31
Margaret Bridge Child Hospital: 80
Matchstick's: 36
Maximillion's: 31
Mayflower Park Hotel: 27
McChord Airfield Visitors Center: 122
McChord Hospital: 126
McKuen's Scrap Yard: 44
McMillin Correctional Facilities: 142
Medicine Lodge Hollow: 62
Merideth Comfy Cubicle: 96
Metroplex Hall: 42
Metroplex Prison: 42
Metroplex Supreme Court: 43
Microdeck Industries: 71
Microdeck: 149
Miller-Forest Computers: 126
Miner's Landing: 32
Mitsuhama Computer Technologies : 44
The Mogul: 67
Mon Hing Restaurant and Bar: 97
Monohan Vehicles: 133
Mountlake Memorial Hospital: 118
Mukilteo City Park: 86
The Murdered Mime: 100
Murphy's Law: 32
Museum Lodge: 62
New Century Square Hotel: 27
Night Crawlers Corporation: 99
Nightingale's Body Parts: 45
Northgate Mall: 39
Novelty Hill Sleep & Eat: 130
Nukit Burgers: 46
Nyen Lang: 32
Ohgi-Ya: 32
Omnidome: 39
Opera House: 39
The Other Place: 32
Overlake Medical Research Center: 72
Pacific Rim Communications : 79
Pacific Science Center: 39
Pacific University: 122
Palace of China: 80
Parkland Gala Inn: 121
Parkland Mall: 122
Passport Lodge: 62
Petrowski Farms: 142
Pike Place Farmer's Market: 39
Pink Door: 32
The Playhouse: 38
Port of Tacoma Police Station: 79
Psychedelic Pirate: 37
The Purgatory: 115
Purple Haze: 32
Purple Haze, Tacoma: 77
Puyallup District Court House: 142
Puyallup District Hall: 142
Puyallup Lodge: 140
Red Lobster: 27
Redmond Center Hotel: 130
Redmond Center Mall: 132
Redmond District Hall: 132
Redmond District Court House: 132
Redmond General: 134
Redmond Phoenix House: 131
Reno's: 35
Renraku Arcology: 47-55
Renraku Computer Systems: 152
Renton Center Mall: 97
Renton District Court House: 98
Renton District Hall: 98
Renton Hole in the Wall: 97
Renton Inn: 96
Renton Mall: 40
The Retirement: 141
The Rubber Suit: 92
Rumpelstiltskin's: 54
Run Run Shaw's: 35
Sea-Tac Mall: 78
Seattle Art Museum Pavillion: 40
Seattle Coliseum: 40
Seattle Convention Center: 40
Seattle Ferry Terminal: 86
Seattle General Hospital: 45
Seattle Hilton: 27
Seattle University: 40
Seattle-Tacoma Airport: 42
Seward Club: 37
Shadow Lake Correctional : 98
Sheraton
     Snohomish: 114
     Tacoma: 76
Shiawase Corporation: 79, 152
Shy Giant: 121
Silcox Island Correctional : 79
The Silver Fools: 67
The Skeleton: 134
Snohomish District Court House: 116
Snohomish District Hall: 116
Snohomish Medical Center: 118
Snohomish Optical Incorporated: 117
Snohomish Security Personnel: 118
Snohomish Society Farm: 117
South Island Clinic: 62
Space Needle: 40
The Spirit Focus: 143
THE Sports Bar: 35
Squatter's Mall: 134
Stouffer-Madison Hotel: 27
Stuck's Bag-Your-Body: 111
Stuck's Carnival: 111
Stuffer Shacks: 46
Sybrespace: 37
Tacoma Charity General: 80
Tacoma District Courthouse: 79
Tacoma District Hall: 79
Tacoma Dome Hotel: 76
Tacoma Ferry Terminal: 78
Tacoma Mall: 78
Tacoma Nybbles & Bytes: 80
Tacoma Style: 77
Taetzel Building: 134
Takuri's: 35
Talbot Security Vehicles: 99
Tam's Under the Needle: 35
The Terrible Taps: 122
The Terror Pit: 97
Thomas Lake Mining and Oil: 90
Thomas Vinters: 68
Thrasher's Correctional Facilities: 116
The Top Side: 114
Trader Vic's: 28
Transonics: 40
Travis Memorial: 91
The Turner Clinic: 118
Twenten's: 141
Tyee, Thunder: 14-15
UA.S. Post Office: 43
U.S. Public Health Hospital: 45
Ultra Resort: 111
Underworld 93: 143
United Oil R& D: 110
University Hospital: 46
University of Washington: 25, 40, 60
Urban Combat Simulator: 125
Villa Plaza: 78
Wanda's Witchery: 97
Warwick Hotel: 27
Weapons World: 46
West Coast Hamlin Hotel: 28
Westin Hotel: 28
Wylle's Gala Inn: 28
Wynaco Correctional Facilities: 109
Y.MA.: 42
Yoshiro's: 131
You Should Not Eat So Much!: 35
Zalensky's Electronics: 80