Ichiro Suzuki
26th of December, 2002, 03:46
I am looking for 4 pcs for a pbp Spycraft game. It will be set in Miami, in an alternate timeline.
All spycraft supplements will be allowed (except no psionics or magic).
The alternate setting is much like our own Earth, except for several things. Iraq does not exist. During the gulf war, there was a Nuclear exchange between Iraq and Israel, and after the dust cleared the UN removed the Iraqi government from power. The United States is in a horrible recession due to the increase in oil prices after the Middle East crisis. International terrorism isnt as huge (although September 11th did occur, furthering the recession in the US). Japan and Germany have revised constitutions allowing for armed forces, and Japan has become a major supplier of Aid to countries, as the United Stats can no longer provide it.
As for characters, they will be 4th level. They will be operatives of Blackeagle/Blackeagle, a private security/mercenary corporation based out of Atlanta. I would prefer to have no duplication among the classes.
The city of Miami is a sweltering grid of noisy, dirty streets. In the narrow streets bordering the Red Zone, the brightly-graffiti'd hulks of abandoned cars rest on cinderblocks beneath strings of laundry and rusty fire escapes. Sirens wail in the distance, punctuated by occassional gunshots. Closer by, a news broadcast in Spanish, or perhaps French, drifts from an open apartment window, painting a somber scene as police clean up after yet another bombing in Washington, and America's sprawling metropolises brace once again for a weekend of endless riot. Downtown, corporate towers dominate the smoggy skyline. Most glisten with office lights and bright logos, while others sit dark and quiet, the jagged gaps of broken windows like missing teeth in their facades. The sparse traffic sticks to well-lit avenues, avoiding the darker side streets and pausing with locked doors only at the few traffic lights that still function. Police armed with submachineguns and ballistic vests move cautiously in groups of three or four, never far from the relative safety of their scarred but well-armored Jeeps. Far over the distant horizon, destitute farmers hack and burn their way through the few stands of rainforest that have yet been spared. On another continent starving families huddle in the searing shade of burned-out relief trucks, their last hopes of salvation long evaporated like the heat waves shimmering above their scorched fields. Petty bandits quarrel and bicker over a jerrycan of gas, a fistful of rice, or a few dozen guns, and before the exchange is over three or four lie dead. Elsewhere men huddle and plan, plotting the number of lives they must end to put their cause on a few million television screens. But it won't matter--theirs will be just another piece of bad news no-one can do anything about...
All spycraft supplements will be allowed (except no psionics or magic).
The alternate setting is much like our own Earth, except for several things. Iraq does not exist. During the gulf war, there was a Nuclear exchange between Iraq and Israel, and after the dust cleared the UN removed the Iraqi government from power. The United States is in a horrible recession due to the increase in oil prices after the Middle East crisis. International terrorism isnt as huge (although September 11th did occur, furthering the recession in the US). Japan and Germany have revised constitutions allowing for armed forces, and Japan has become a major supplier of Aid to countries, as the United Stats can no longer provide it.
As for characters, they will be 4th level. They will be operatives of Blackeagle/Blackeagle, a private security/mercenary corporation based out of Atlanta. I would prefer to have no duplication among the classes.
The city of Miami is a sweltering grid of noisy, dirty streets. In the narrow streets bordering the Red Zone, the brightly-graffiti'd hulks of abandoned cars rest on cinderblocks beneath strings of laundry and rusty fire escapes. Sirens wail in the distance, punctuated by occassional gunshots. Closer by, a news broadcast in Spanish, or perhaps French, drifts from an open apartment window, painting a somber scene as police clean up after yet another bombing in Washington, and America's sprawling metropolises brace once again for a weekend of endless riot. Downtown, corporate towers dominate the smoggy skyline. Most glisten with office lights and bright logos, while others sit dark and quiet, the jagged gaps of broken windows like missing teeth in their facades. The sparse traffic sticks to well-lit avenues, avoiding the darker side streets and pausing with locked doors only at the few traffic lights that still function. Police armed with submachineguns and ballistic vests move cautiously in groups of three or four, never far from the relative safety of their scarred but well-armored Jeeps. Far over the distant horizon, destitute farmers hack and burn their way through the few stands of rainforest that have yet been spared. On another continent starving families huddle in the searing shade of burned-out relief trucks, their last hopes of salvation long evaporated like the heat waves shimmering above their scorched fields. Petty bandits quarrel and bicker over a jerrycan of gas, a fistful of rice, or a few dozen guns, and before the exchange is over three or four lie dead. Elsewhere men huddle and plan, plotting the number of lives they must end to put their cause on a few million television screens. But it won't matter--theirs will be just another piece of bad news no-one can do anything about...