|Subject: [Congratulations, you have been accepted. Your life starts now!]
|To: [yourname]@bigbrotheriswatching.gov
|From: Illuminati@ we'll contact you, you won't contact us.
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You have been recruited as an Illuminati agent. Our organization is pleased to welcome you to our ranks.
Inside your coat you will find 100,000 Credits, this should be more than enough to get you to London. Take the next flight out from whatever podunk place you live in, head to the nearest airport, and take the next hyperplane to London. Pay whoever you have to.
Once in London, we will be in touch. We will know when you reach our soil, don't worry about that part.
The Great Templar, Joe Smith will see you now in his office and debrief you as to the specifics of your Illuminati membership. Please see our armourer at your earliest convenience to receive your weapon.
Do not bother replying to this message, it is sent through a secure channel and all traces of it will be destroyed in 3 seconds.
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And you may want to wear a tie and blazer for this meeting.
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Just like that, the e-mail disappeared from his retinal display.
Reaching into his inner-coat pocket, Wyatt found a sealed holo-envelope, which he clicked open, that deposited 100,000 Credits into his account. He grabbed his phone, threw on his most elegant trenchcoat and stuffed his pockets with as many useless trinkets and valuables as he could find. No deodorant, no toothbrush, no soap and no shampoo would fit though. The young man, draped in trenchcoat, rode his hover board out of the grimy and claustrophobic room, on the 200th floor of his one-room apartment. Crammed into his apartment complex were hundreds of decrepit and downtrodden shady individuals, much like himself, all struggling, but all surviving.
"You are accepted into the ranks of a covert, clean-up organization known as the IllumiCorp Whenever an Occult incident breaks out, we're the ones stuck cleaning up the mess. Remember Roswell in 1947 and Waco in 1993? That was us. Or rather, our friends in Texas who brought a little too much attention to themselves, but to this day, there are still those who doubt humanity's first autopsy on extraterrestrials
Remember the Great Zombie Outbreaks of 2002, 2105, and 2329?
Good - you weren't supposed to hear about those missions."
Basically, the setting of the RP is planet Earth in the year 2500, technology has become integrated into daily life to the point where it is indistinguishable from magic. Although this is a Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk RP, there will be many magic elements to this RP, since it is so integral to the Lovecraft mythos and mood.
