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Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

v i o l e t s h e e p h a p p y h u n t i n g

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In an electric dream of neon lights against a perpetually clouded skyline, the future became present day. Corporations banded together to puppeteer the government. The President of the United States of AutoAmerica is now chosen by a committee of executives from the largest mega-corporations. After the Old United States defaulted on its financial obligations, a conglomerate of large corporations effectively bought out the United States government and abolished the Constitution as it was previously known. However, the lackadaisical attitude at the time, all but guaranteed a wide spread shoulder shrug at the abolition of the Old Constitutional Order, ushering in the new Technocratic Oligopoly that derived its power from satiating the basic pleasures of life for a fat happy populace.

CritiCare started using its influence to vaccinate the population with mood stabilizing drugs annually ensuring that new ideas challenging corporate power would not flourish. The rich also referred to as Netters are exempt from the rules because they are seen as the providers of entertainment and destructions of life’s necessities. The Netters currently comprise of 5% of the population but control over 90% of the wealth. Though, no one can really be sure how much. The other 95% of the population are called the Surplus, comprised of the Unemployables, the Unretrainables, and low-income population who live among the broken wires and trashy capsule motels.

Currently, AutoAmerica is at war, again. This time it’s finally with ChinRussia, AutoAmerica’s biggest rival in technology, production, and power. AutoAmerica needs Hong Kong to remain an Ally in order to keep the power game thriving. The goal is to connect every citizen more and faster to the Net. Alexa is the best of Big Brother’s Aunt Nettie Program for ConnectHome systems. She is everyone’s HomeAssistant. Alongside Alexa there are Cybercoms, organically moving technological bodies with the build of the user’s preference and paycheck have made SmartPhones obsolete. They even had cybernetics skin for sensory. In order to have any art or writing, it must be uploaded onto a the Net for Aunt Nettie to review.Pencil/Pen and Paper are illegal. Everything is electronic. Bills are paid by Social Scan Numbers, tattoos on the right wrist of every citizen. Social Scan Numbers are also every person’s own Cyber Identification Document (CID). HealthChips are gaining popularity in corporate legislature and can help track Life Points, which to some, is more important than money. One thing is certain, no one escapes the system.

Or so they say. NetRunners know how to dodge and jack the system. They hack it with their augmented interfaces. Megacorporations higher NetWatchers to keep their Data Fortresses of information safe from these mercenaries. Other illicit activity happens beyond the tentacle grid of Aunt Nettie. Age and sex does not discriminate when it comes to crime. Black Market augmentations to Underground sports with betting and blood. Nothing is too filthy for the average citizen of AutoAmerica. Occasionally, the Netters will travel down the rabbit hole and into the slums to partake of the nasty, and that’s where throw-awayBody Guards begin their service. On duty, they protect the rich, and off-duty they spend their time at bars, taking one-shot mercenary jobs and participating in the local Dead Pool in order to pay their bills.

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» All Guild rules apply, breaking these rules will result in your termination from the game, and may be reported to site moderators.

» This is a mature game. According to Guild rules, all NSFW content is kept in PMs/DMs or fades-to-black. With that said, romance is welcome.

» No godmoding/metagaming/powerplaying, keep IC and OOC posts to their respective tabs. Posts should be written in third person, past tense, be detailed and legible. One liners are to be avoided and repeat offenders may be subject to termination.

» Character sheets using anime pictures will not be reviewed. If you are having trouble sourcing art for your character, please let a GM know and we may be able to help. Anime face claims are allowed for characters’ cybercoms.

» Character interactions do not equate to the real world, glad blood between characters should be kept to the IC. Likewise, if you have a problem with another person in the game, then keep your lover’s spat to PMs and out of the OOC. In case of harassment, it is your responsibility to alert a GM before the situation escalates.

» Be mindful of other players’ activities when posting. There will be a posting order provided on Discord. No speed posting between other players and/or characters when interacting. Please, use collabs respectfully.

» GMs have the final say, no ifs, buts, or maybes. If you are told by a GM how something is going to be it’s probably a good idea to listen. And remember, saying “That’s not fair,” is not going to change minds.

» Activity! Please be able to post at least once every two weeks. Real life can be hectic, and as much as we would like to spend our time plunging further into our fantasies this can’t always be the case. However, if you find yourself needing to unplug for an extended period or cannot match your posting turn time, please let us know so we can work around it. Also, dormant players will not be waited upon without prior warning and will miss major plot developments at any given time. Similarly, please don’t just drop the game without telling anyone. It’s not hard. Offenders will not be accepted back into the game without good reason.

» Include “I pledged” when submitting your character sheet to show you’ve read the rules.

Questions and Answers

Yes, I used to spend hours almost every day and night story-building/playing pretend over a consistent storyline with my older sister during majority of my childhood. I remember lying around in her room, as we collaborated, wishing those hours would last forever.

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Thursday night is Dress-Up Book Report Night in our household. Drawings are optional. I am giving a report over The Resisters: A Novel by Gish Jen. What are your plans this Thursday evening?

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

s a t u r d a y

j a n u a r y 2 6 t h , 2 0 5 0

シアトルタイムズ

J a n u a r y , 2 6 t h 2 0 5 0

Welcome to another bleak Saturday morning. It’s below 40°F. There is a light mist. A gray fog hugs the concrete of the city. Matching gray clouds reflect the colorful electricity illuminating the buildings. Where are Nektarios Fionn and Adam Crell? Everyone is looking for them, and they’re wanted dead or alive. Here are some possible places you may find them.

Joystix

Cyberia

The Crooked Hook

The White Rabbit

Avalia

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I N T E R A C T I O N S :
T A G S : @Princess, @Alivefalling, @FunnyGuy, @Potter , @Helo , @Baraquiel , @13org , @hide on mana
E Q U I P M E N T :}

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She quieted her humming and turned her milky gaze towards Slick. "I apologize, Slick," her eyes downcast at the small glow emitting from Mela. It flickered a little in its own mischievous way. Aurora knew that Mela would enjoy the hunting, but she was not feeling any particular need to come along. If anything, she was already preoccupied. "I should have said something sooner, instead of -" Her usual bashfulness painted her cheeks in a blush, and as usual, she wished she could have hidden herself under the hood of her cloak. Instead, she shook her head and pushed a smile on her lips. Her hand stopped stroking Mela, who was now looking towards Slick with curiosity. "I would prefer to stay here," she spoke while looking at Slick, again, and then she quickly looked back to Mela, "I am sorry, Mela. I know you would like to go, but I have some more meditating to do," Once again, Aurora looked back up at Slick. "Thank you for asking. You are always so kind to include me on your adventures." Her small smile widened as she cheerfully said, "May your hunting be blessed." One of her hands rose and a made a small sign in the air towards them and then rested on the back of Mela, who was tending herself in a perplexed manner.

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

K A N N A H I G A S H I

The sun’s warmth kissed Kanna's skin as she drew in quiet breaths. The fingers on her right hand made small movements with her breathing. This went on for several seconds, until her fingers were limp and lifeless, again. “Dad…” her lips spoke feebly through her sleep. And, suddenly, without much morning, the girl opened her dark eyes.

She squinted at first, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Instead of the plain, tidy walls of her bedroom, there was some sort of sandy jungle in front of her. Instead of lying comfortably on her bed, she was on the hard ground. Slowly, Kanna lifted herself. Her line formed an emotionless line as she looked around. Am I still dreaming?

The small sound of someones or somethings was talking. The voices sounded intelligible but different. She could not put her finger on it. Slowly, she turned to look in the direction of the voices. As she did this, she noticed several other people littered around her. What happened? Her face remained apathetic, and then she saw the creatures. She had never seen anything like them before. I have to be dreaming. There was no other explanation.

The creatures were hobbling away while squabbling about something or another. She thought about calling after them, but she was afraid to wake any of the sleeping people. Why am I afraid of waking them? She asked herself. A small sleepy breath escaped her, and she brushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear. Her concentration returned to the creatures.

She wanted to be more curious, but her head felt heavy and delirious. There was too much happening. She looked at the palms of her hands, opening and closing them. She was still dressed in her street clothes, and her memory was escaping her. She had no recollection of what she had been doing before all of this, except for the dream she had just been having, and she did not particularly want to think about that right now.

Another small breath left her. It was melancholy. Her hands planted themselves on the sandy ground next to her and pushed her body upwards. As she stood up, she looked down at her boots, studying the skirmishes they had acquired throughout the year of owning them. They seemed just as scuffed as always, no more and no less. She frowned and then scanned the area.

There’s no way I am not dreaming. Kanna straightened her jacket and tugged on the strap of her messenger bag. She looked at the sky. It seemed different than the sky she usually saw — the shape of the clouds and the angle of the sun. She took several steps and examined her foot prints. There was nothing unusual about her tracks.

Without much thought, she examined the contents in her bag. Everything seemed in order, too in order. The dream was bizarrely adequate at duplicating her waking life, aside from the place she was. Something seemed wrong, and she could not put a note on what it was. Her hands grabbed hold of her messenger bag’s strap as she looked around more indefinitely.

Then, she realized what the problem was.

Normally, in a dream, she had some objective, and the dream pushed her forward no matter which decision she made. However, there was no hazy compunction moving the situation right along. She was merely existing in a space, with so many options. No one thought directed her anywhere. She was stagnant. She simply was.

And, then, there were the others.

Where am I?

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

Human character

K A N N A H I G A S H I
_{Female , 13}

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Kanna is a shy, well-rounded girl. She spends most of her time studying or playing little games in her room and keeping out of her older brother’s business. Recently, Kanna’s parents have filed for divorce. The reasons are unclear to [name], but she no longer sees her father as much. Occasionally, she will receive text messages from him — pictures of his work as a neuropsychologist for NASDA. Other than that, he seems too preoccupied and out of touch to make any real connection with her. Her mother has picked up a small secretarial job and is more stressed out and tired than Kanna can ever remember her mother being in her entire life. Determined to not let this affect her, Kanna has started seeing her friends less and keeping to her own imaginary world and schoolwork.

S O V E R E I G N C O N N E C T I O N

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_{Z H U Q I A O M O N}

E Q U I P M E N T

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Yellow messenger bag (purse), pocket mirror, comb, chapstick (Mentholatum), tissues (Kleenex), wallet — money and student identification, small sketchbook, pencil bag — pen, pencils, eraser, blender and sharpener, camera, and smartphone

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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N/A

Main Partner

G A T O M O N

^Female

Nyaromon → Salamon → Gatomon → Angewomon

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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She has a very healthy curiosity, so she loves pranks. Although its body is small, she is a precious Holy-species Digimon, and her appearance does not match the true strength she possesses. She wears a Holy Ring on her tail, proof that she is a Holy-species, but if this Holy Ring is lost, her power is decreased and she can no longer exhibit its original power. In order to defend herself, she wears long claws copied from Saber Leomon's data. Her Special Moves are using her long claws and attacking the opponent (Neko Punch), and manipulating the enemy with a piercing glare (Cat's Eye). Those who suffer this glare will attack themselves

E Q U I P M E N T

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Holy Ring

A T T A C K S

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N E K O P U N C H Punches the enemy with its claws.
N E K O S C R A T C H Scratches repeatedly with the claws of both hands.
C A T ' S E Y E Hypnotizes the enemy with mysterious power from its eyes.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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N/A

’Feral’ Digimon

P A T A M O N

^Male

Poyomon → Tokomon → Patamon → Angemon

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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A Mammal Digimon characterized by his large ears. He is able to fly through the air by using them as large wings, but because he only goes at a speed of 1 km/h, it is said that he is definitely faster walking. Due to his extremely obedient personality, he defends well. Also, even though Patamon doesn't wear a Holy Ring, he is able to exhibit his hidden holy power, and he appears to have inherited the genes of ancient Digimon.

E Q U I P M E N T

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N/A

A T T A C K S

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A E R O S L A S H Breathes in air and shoots it out as blades made out of wind.
T A I A T A R I B O M B An attack where Patamon flies forward while spinning.
G L I D E Glides through the air.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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N/A

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 - 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

_{^{L O C A T I O N : Kitchen
I N T E R A C T I O N S : N/A
M E N T I O N S : Lady Smithwood, Riona, Prince Felix}}

Mathilda found herself bustled into the kitchen. Delicate snacks for the afternoon festivities were an expectation. The whole day seemed to be a whirlwind, and Mathilda was having trouble catching her breath.

In fact, she still had yet to deliver Prince Felix’s letter to Lady Thea. This was not the biggest problem, however. The biggest problem was that she had misplaced the letter somewhere between the morning and lunch. She knew her father and mother were turning in their graves. God rest their souls.

She thought to find Prince Felix and explain as politely as possible about the situation. She prayed he would have some sort of mercy on her. Mathilda had witnessed several of the reprimands that Riona had to endure, and she was sure this was something worthy of such a punishment.

Fortunately or Unfortunately, Mathilda could not find the Prince anywhere. She checked his itinerary, and he made no appearance at any of the events. He was no where to be seen.

Perhaps, he is unwell.

Mathilda checked the infirmary and his bedroom, but alas, there was no trace of him. It was as if he had simply vanished, until rumor came through the kitchen that he had left the kingdom. He had broken his engagement with Lady Thea Smithwood. For what seemed like forever, Mathilda could finally breathe.

All that worrying was for nothing! But, serves me right for not fulfilling my obligation, anyhow.

Questions and Answers

Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Pärt.

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What is your favorite quote?

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Apocalypse Rescue Team

@Lord Orgasmo, I was under the misguided impression that we would be playing as Pokémon Trainers. While your game looks fun, it’s not for my writing and gameplay style, and I will be bowing out. Many cheers to your fun endeavors!

the alphabet game. lol

Kite