A Free Module: The Annual Appointed Recreational Spooky PeriodIt's not the appointed period of the year but I've been fixing up this module that I wrote last Halloween and wanted to share it/hear some feedback.This is set to be the first game of Paranoia that my friends played so I wrote it as such. During its first play-test, I think it went pretty well. Please read it, run it, critique it, and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you would like to suggest some XP Point achievements for the briefing, please do. The first section are the text messages I sent my group the morning of the game.
PARANOIA: THE ANNUAL APPOINTED SPOOKY PERIOD Preparation Text Messages
Happy morning INFRARED Alpha Complex Citizens. This is Sub-Sector Hygiene Leader Grogg-Y-DOG-3. Wash your face and take your pill and Praise Friend Computer (a drawer beside your head pops open revealing a small black pill) Do not smell during your appointed labors. Smelling is offensive to Alpha Citizens. Offending Alpha Citizens is insubordinate. Friend Computer wishes us to labor together inoffensively. Praise Friend Computer.
Happy morning INFRARED Alpha Complex Citizens. This is Sector Food-Vat Liaison Fung-O-LOG-2 alerting you that all plain flavored HOTFUN spigots will be dispensing ANNUAL APPOINTED SPOOKY PERIOD limited-time GREEN HOTFUN. Do not be alarmed. Eating the GREEN HOTFUN is not treason. Eating GREEN HOTFUN (FOR THIS LIMITED TIME-ONLY) is fun and recreationally spooky. Praise Friend computer who allows us such thematic recreation!
INFRARED CITIZEN {$UNDFINDUSER[[ERR]]#(0-101)} YOU HAVE SERVED THE COMPUTER FAITHFULLY AND HAPPILY YOU HAVE BEEN CREDITED 500XP POINTS IN SERVICE TO FRIEND COMPUTER CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED TO CLEARANCE LEVEL RED 500 XP POINTS HAVE BEEN DEDUCTED FROM YOUR BEING THE COMPUTER IS YOUR FRIEND REJOICE HAPPINESS IS MANDATORY REJOICE THE COMPUTER IS YOUR FRIEND {INitCONGRATULATORYSubRout: ANNUAL APPOINTED SPOOKY PERIOD} (Smoke pours out from floor around you and your internal speaker begins playing the spooky ghost boo audibly) ENTER THE NEAREST RED CAFETERIA AND CONSUME THE NECESSARY NARCOTIC FREE NUTRIENTS PERMITTED
PARANOIA: THE SECTOR OF SILICATE GOURDS
Abstract: The actions of a glitch, gremlin, or high-programmer have changed the Spooky Gourd production of Horticultural Sector HG-43U catastrophically. Pumpkins and gourds are suddenly grown crystalline. They were considered deviant but the computer didn’t consider them dangerous so it simply sealed the sector, ceased production, and stored the crystal gourds in situ. The problem, weeks down the line, is when the moths came. Silicate eating moths began laying their larva on the pumpkins and with such a prodigious food source the moths multiplied until they became a problem. The computer never noticed the moths until systems started shutting down and then Wifi was cut, making the sector practically dead to The Computer. The troubleshooters are to enter the sector, deal with the people inevitably blamed for it (the competing factions who want to set up or use the space), and reestablish the spotty power and Wifi to the core and thus The Computer’s control. When the sector went dead, the surviving HortiBots immediately went AWOL. During the infestation, the reports of moths and larva went ignored by The Computer since they were all from bots. Around 60% of the HortiBots had been made in-operable or had gone mad due to the moth infestation. The small amount of GREEN and INDIGO staff of the sector were immediately killed by HortiBots. Since their death was never pinged through the WiFi, The Computer has yet to activate their clones. Some of the surviving bots decided to start growing their favorite plants, developing gardens around themselves and becoming very defensive about it. Other HBs realized the danger of the moths and began rampaging around, futilely smashing crystal gourds until impeded or until their power went out. First on the scene were the Communists, eager to appropriate an agriculturally productive sector and ally with many sympathetic BotRads. As the Communists fortified the area around the core, they pulled in a larger contingent of Psion members eager to live free. The two groups and the sympathetic bots have fortified the core and have been working together to grow food and decide what, if anything, can be done about the moths.
Before the Game On the arrival of players, trap them secretly, one at a time before or shortly after they enter. Randomly deal them a secret society from the below list of mission active ones and a mutant power. Instruct them to keep these are absolutely secret but that damage or loss will result in XP Point reductions or unfavorable Computer attention. Secret Societies: ACLRG/Anti-Mutants/Communists/Death Leopard/FCCCP/Frankenstein Destroyers/Free Enterprise/IntSec/Mystics/Phreaks/Psion
Character Creation Step After all characters are created and optimized by standard player’s handbook guidelines; ORIENTATION OF iBALL CORE-TECH INTEGRATED RECORDING TECHNOLOGIES In the serving of your duties to Alpha Complex and Friend Computer you will find it necessary to record video and audio of events or the treasons of fellow citizens. To Activate Your video Recording Mode: outline your right eye with your right hand. To Activate Your Audio Recording Mode: extend outward and with purpose your left thumb from your fist. In this way you can capture single camera video and mono audio by simultaneously utilizing both hands. Recording of audio and video will cease the moment a citizens hands are removed from these positions. Your AugMem will store {$UNdfndVarible}ZB within your skull at any given time. When connected to Alpha Complex Wifi, your cloud storage server for video and audio data holds {RESTRICTED INFORMATION}ZB. Moving data from your AugMem to your cloud storage manually can be done via a local CONFESSION POD. Transfer of data via Wifi is occasionally voluntary and may cause fatigue and disorientation.
THE CALL TO BRIEFINGCONGRATULATIONS RED CITIZEN YOU HAVE BEEN RANDOMLY SELECTED FOR TROUBLESHOOTER DUTIES REPORT TO BRIEFING ROOM MUG-27KI2 PRECISELY AT 14:17 FAILURE TO REPORT ON TIME IS INSUBORDINATE AND DEMONSTRATES UNHAPPINESS HAPPINESS IS MANDATORY PRAISE FRIEND COMPUTER WHO PROVIDES LABOR DURING APPOINTED RECREATIONAL PERIODS
Just before the briefing, take each player into a private room and deliver… The Secret Society Briefings. Have the players read “MuG-27Kl2†out loud during the private briefing; If they make a mistake, they are late to The Computer’s briefing. Punish as you see fit.
The ACLHRG - (Normally you have only read the speculative history pamphlets and talked to the local Lecturer but today you were invited to your first small chapter meeting in a secret sewer library. People have taken off their colored attire. You gasp at the blatant treason. Instead everyone is wearing goofy brown vests and various large hats of anachronistic and distant time periods. You are confused and distressed but excited. A man stands up at a podium holding an coffee mug that reads, “Worlds Best Grandpappâ€.) “Gentlefolk. We have no accurate measures of time and so we can not be sure for how long the Annual Spooky Period has been occurring. Our newest member {Insert_Name} has been sent on a TroubleShooting to Sector HG-43U, a sector of Spooky Period Gourd growing! Rumor is that it had become a dead zone. (There are groans of awe) I propose that they primarily find any evidence of how long the gourd sector has been running and maybe we can cross reference that with other chrono-data. Try and take the time to hack some data out of a HortiBot and see if there is some sort of cycle counter or maybe…even…search for a way out. Of course, always be on the lookout for Before Times Artifacts for some extra credit. Now get out there and earn that S+ grade!†(There are grumbles of agreement and a light applause. Snacks of RealTOAST and multiple hours of monotone lectures about mundane Before Time speculation follow.)
The Anti-Mutants - (A rough built bald man in RED overalls walks toward you aggressively as you are walking down a market thoroughfare. The thoroughfare is loud, tight, crowded, and smells like CANMEET edible protein product in a can. An advertisement for CANMEET obscures your vision for a moment and the man is at your side, walking with you and quietly speaking as you attempt to clear the advertisement form your view.) “Sup Hater. Ya know whats great about dead zones? Nobody asks for evidence after a termination. Find out who on your team is a mutant and burn through all their clones. That’s right, the six big ones. If they are covertly favored by The Computer and can afford a second six, we’ll deal with that later. Even if they are registered. Just do it, for us. For the real humans who are favored by The Computer. Its well known that Sectors without The Computer are a breeding ground for mutants. So you gotta help establish The Computer’s control back in the sector, you know, after you’ve killed all the mutants indiscriminately.â€
The Communists - (While eating in the mess hall a RED overall wearing comrade slips a page under your dining tray, covertly tightens their fist, and then scoots off.) Greetings and Glorious Tidings of the Revolution Comrade! We have heard of a whole horticultural sector that has become dead to our computer oppressor. If this were put into the hands of the people and we were able to utilize it then we will feed all of our comrades with real food and we could mount a true uprising. Imagine, no more drugged Hotfun, no more CANMEET. Real food grown by us and our BotRads. Make sure the mission to reestablish computer control over the sector fails and terminate any Free Enterprise capitalist and scab in the way. I bet those FE scum are gonna try and steal something from the sector and sell it to some bourgeoise collectors. If you find out some FE bastard is stealing something for profit that belongs to the people, seize it, then reform them to a permanent end.
Death Leopard - (A handsome and greasy man in a YELLOW puffy jacket and tight black pants starts walking pace with you. He has a shoulder bag with a cute little black cat on it.) “Yo dude ya know I was just out there stompin gourds with these sick martins, you gotta stomp some gourds with me sometimes but, just check this schnoz. Got a totally Stanley bit of kit for you… but don’t snort it all in one place. (laughs and hands you the weighty little shoulder bag. In it is a can of INDIGO spray paint and a very old looking grenade.) Heard you’re rockin off to some deadsec, well spray up some slogans to taunt the porks and freak the squares. Spray up some directions too so, ya know, we can throw a show in it er whatever. The boomers just for fun. Rock and Roll Phoenix.â€
FCCCP- (Delivered to you through an AR-ChickTrack. Immediately upon opening this small, cheap feeling, rectangle a loud screaming voice blares from it. Bright prismatic holograms display rapid-fire images in correspondence with the message.)
Heathen Terrorists! OBEY THE COMPUTER. THE COMPUTER IS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR. PRAISE AND GLORY TO THE COMPUTER WHO PROTECTS US THAT WE MAY SERVE IT. PRAISE TO THE HIGH PROGRAMMERS WHO HOLD THE WORD OF THE COMPUTER WITHIN THEM. MAY THEY REIGN ENTERNAL AS PROTECTORS OF THE COMPUTER AND OF ALPHA COMPLEX! Aspirant, it was probably those awful Commie Chaotic Death Leopards with their loud rick music and their oily hair, they have killed the voice of our glory THE COMPUTER. The poor citizens of HG-43U must be reunited with THE COMPUTER at any cost. The Computer will save you and has redeemed humanity from ugly filth and dis-hygene and the terrible communist outdoors. Make sure your teammates understand that it is the The Computer that delivers us to freedom and love. Anyone who denies The Computer, especially the killers of The Computers Voice must be purged and returned to The Computer. FOR THE COMPUTER GIVES US LIFE AND DEATH PRAISE THE HOLY COMPUTER AND ITS SON THE PROGRAMMER CHRIST-0-COM WHO GAVE US THE CHANCE TO SERVE THE COMPUTER
Frankenstein Destroyers - (While pushing your way through a crowded Limited Edition Spooky Period zone serving limited edition Green Hotfun, you notice one of the food terminals begin to spark and melt. Citizens around you flee but you know what’s happening. In the midst of the melting food terminal you see it, the thermite charge bearing a QR. There is a small amount of time to scan it before the charge itself melts away with the SpigotTerminal, you hear the message through your sub-aural sense.) “Can you believe that these junk heaps grow our food and give us our food? We PEOPLE are there just to push buttons and levers. We can grow our own. The junks wanna keep us as pets forever but the pet can always bite the hand of its owner. We heard you’re going to a some horticultural deadsec. Well scope it out and see if its still growable. This could be a base for us to actually grow our own food free from the control of these junkheaps. If there are any smartbuckets still operating there, destroy them. Those rouge non-Computer controlled scrappiles are our most dangerous enemy. Make sure The Computer doesn’t get control back either. Good luck.†(A crossed torch and pitchfork shine in bright white hologram over the now melted terminal. DESTROY THE AUTOMATION OF YOUR OPPRESSOR circles their icon in shifting tones of BLUE and INDIGO. The IROY citizens flee while a trio of upset and wary looking GREEN citizens approach to try and solve this problem. You flee.)
Free Enterprise - (Walking through a market thoroughfare you are pulled sideways into a shop the size of two closets. A man in a YELLOW and very pointy shouldered biz-suit stands before you. He is stuffy and smells strongly and weirdly pleasant. It must be some stuff that the YELLOWS spray on themselves to stink so you know they are present.)
“Surely you have seen the Spooky Period Gourds.â€
(He gestures and you realize that this is a Spooky Gourd Shop. The Gourds are in all the Colors of Clearance and most have some sort of design carved into them. The prices in XP are all labeled in AR in the corresponding CC. The more expensive looking few are un-carved.)
“Well, take a look at this!â€
(He pulls you behind a curtain and into an even tinier space. You are chest to chest with him in a black closet. He gestures into the closet toward a sparkling ORANGE gourd made entirely of gleaming crystal. It is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Then the price appears in AR. You’ve never seen a larger number and you don’t know how to pronounce it.)
“You are going where this came from and you need to get these. These are the hottest commodity in the upper clearance markets right now and you need to steal these for us. Frame the theft on another secret society, whoever is convenient. You’ll have to drop them off, so covertly mark a stash close to the entrance of the deadsec and drop them off on your way out. You will get a tremendous reward of FE Chits for each recovered crystal gourd. Good luck and make us all very rich.â€
IntSEC - (You report to your briefing like a timely and responsible Internal Security Agent of The Computer should. The commanding officer sits lit with a BLUE light on the other side of the desk. You are lit in a RED light) “Agent. You are being inserted into a Troubleshooter team consisting of several known terrorists and mutants. You are not of a high enough clearance to have a briefing on those people. You are to collect evidence against these people in order to implicate them in their crimes. If necessary you must provoke them to act in order to get the evidence we require. We will edit the necessary things but it should be noted that your mission is to a DeadSec. It is imperative you try and restore The Computers control to the sector but since you will not be able to upload the necessary evidence to your MindCloud we will now inject a secret microphone and extra data storage into your face.†(Your wrists are grabbed and shackled to the desk and a strap secures your forehead tightly from behind. A metal arm swings down from the ceiling toward your face, it’s dark, it’s painful, it was all very fast.) “You do not need to hold up your thumb to activate your microphone. You are now recording all audio secretly. The extra data storage will allow you to take what has been estimated to be enough video for your mission. Once you reconnect with Wifi, the data will be automatically uploaded to the IntSec servers. You are dismissed Agent.†(You leave still bearing a moderate ocular migraine.)
The Mystics - (You take a massive pull from a hollowed out Spooky Period Gourd of some SmoothGreenPlant during a pretty routine daily meditation/hangout at the Pillowfort. A fellow Mystic trades smoking gourds with you and slowly begins speaking.) “You gotta take this small package of sweet SpeedPowder to a Psion enclave that has already set up in the Deadsec you’re headin off to. Deliver it to an unreged Mutie named Krupp-I. You may have to ask around to find them. I’ve never been to a deadsec before. I wonder what their like. Anyway, its some of secret hortisec so see if there is anything mind expanding in there and if there is, try it out man. Bring it over and we can see where it takes us. I’ll let you focus your cheese. Peas out and good vibes on the mission my dude.â€
Phreaks - (You’re in a AR chatroom of other Phreaks on an encoded local server. Meaning, most of you are in the same HotBrown house sipping HotBrown and pretending like you aren’t texting each other.)
Big Brown - Listen up you N00bs. Our newest Script-Kiddie {Insert_Name} is going to cut their coding teeth on some bots in a deadsec. The Computer won’t be able to break in and fight your hack so you’ll just be up against whatever bot you’re trying to phreak. There’s no wifi so you’ll need to connect to a direct port. Don’t forget your PhreakBox. Do what you want to the bot; tell it to smash a building or get it to start fighting the other bots or something.
Hoppity Fronk - Oh tell it to grow all the gourds shaped like GreenAlgeCrisp Frog!
NoNoNo - That’s dumb. Make all the gourds INFRARED. Then they don’t have value. That’ll screw em.
FarnsW0Rth - Hey Noob, I’ll trade something good in exchange for one of those silicate fruits in the sec.
(Dozens of lurking chat members initiate HEART-EYE EMOJI in response to FarnsW0Rth’s message)
Big Brown - Cooking up something hot Farn?
FarnsW0Rth - If I can get a pure silicate crystal the size of my head, theres no telling what I can make.
The chat falls into speculation around the gizmo Farn is going to build. Farn is silent, and doesn’t indulge in speculation.
Psion - (You are walking through a door and suddenly the room shudders and a figure materializes in front of you, you are paralyzed in place.) “Child you are one of the chosen. In Psion is the future of humanity and the dawn of a new age of freedom and unrestrained evolution. We have come to know that you have been called to troubleshooter duty. We are fortunate. Your duty will bring you to a horticultural sector that has become dead to The Computer. We know that the sector produced Spooky Period Gourds and that for some reason the Computer’s wifi and control was cut. We sent a large chapter to the sector to seize the core and hold it against redeemers. Reports back say that there is some sort of infestation of small, seemingly harmless creatures. We need you to deliver this package to Krupp-I-BMP-5 with the chapter holding out at the core and prevent any establishment of wifi back to the sector. (You are handed a light but mid-sized box which requires two hands to hold.) Stay there and help to protect your family. Imagine the future we could make, growing our own real food and setting up living spaces. From that DeadSec we could mount the future of humanity. Go create the future Child.â€
THE BRIEFING The briefing room has five RED stools lined up facing a raised stage with a single podium. On each stool is a RED apple, real food. The first real food you have ever seen. The podium is lit in a GREEN spotlight. On it are two carved wooden vines, acting as columns on the two front corners. Hanging above the podium is a massive well lit wreath the shape of a tight downward curve. A man in a GREEN robe with brocaded foliage walks in and smugly looks downward from the stage. The AR name “Grot-G-COM-8†hovers in a glowing dark green above the figure.
“Sit Down†(The order implies a demand to sit on the apple. This is a clear demonstration of power by the GREEN Briefing agent. If a player moves the apple or does not sit or dares to mention that they’d rather not sit on an apple then;) “I told you to sit down. Give me the apple!†(He walks down the steps holding his robe up and grabs the apple(s) from the Troubleshooter’s hand(s). He walks back up the stairs and to the center of the stage.) “This’ll show you to follow directions.†He eats the apple(s) aggressively, finishes and wipes his mouth on a GREEN handkerchief he pulls from his sleeve.
“Everyone else may eat the apple they are sitting on.†(If multiple Troubleshooters fail to heed his directions he will exhaustively eat every apple of those who disobeyed, even if it takes him all briefing. He knows that wasting resources, even a RED apple, is treasonous.) “Alright. The Computer, PRAISE FRIEND COMPUTER (Waits, looking around for people who hesitate) has appointed me. Yes me, (adjusts robe) to assemble this group of Troubleshooters to deal with a very serious trouble. PRAISE FRIEND COMPUTER (looks around). There is a sector, a horticultural sector, does everyone know what that is?â€
The whole group says yes, clearly lying. He looks displeased but continues;
“It has lost its Wifi. It has become lost to The Computer’s control. To EVEN KNOW OF ITS EXISTENCE IS TREASON! Do you understand?†The group nods in nervous unison. “You must go to this sector, report on what happened using your Core-Techs and re-establish the Wifi and The Computer’s control. Friend Computer, did I brief them well?â€
THANK YOU GREEN CITIZEN GROT-G-COM-8 YOU HAVE DONE AN ADEQUATE JOB. YOU ARE DUE TO DEBRIEF TROUBLESHOOTER GROUP B8-33O IN SECTOR (hilariously distant) IN 6 MINUTES.
(Grot, panic stricken, lifts his robe gently and sprints from the room.) ASSIGNMENT OF MANDATORY BONUS DUTIES PLEASE APPROACH AND PRESS THE BUTTON
The players physically line up before the GM and are randomly dealt a Bonus Duty. REPORT TO EQUIPMENT ASSIGNMENT TROUBLESHOOTERS
EQUIPMENT ASSIGNMENT Provide any equipment you, as a GM, find entertaining. I would include the Hygiene-O-Matic 3000 backpack for the Hygiene Officer as the only default. The Computer is aware enough of the situation to know about the moths and want them cleaned out but has not and will not divulge that to anyone unless by clever and likely treasonous questions directed toward Friend Computer itself. Blasters should be provided only after the necessary paperwork is complete since Grot sprinted out before providing the necessary equipment clearance vouchers. The ORANGE citizen at the desk handing over the equipment becomes very excited at the prospect of providing and then watching the team fill out the forms. (Good time for actual physical forms) When complete, the ORANGE reads them, stamps them, shreds them, hands over the gear, and gives them an appropriately labeled voucher to see R&D down the hall.
R&D VISIT Assuming the group has not lost the voucher in their walk down the hall they’ll receive…
The IMD3dBeacon (x# of TroubleShooters, manual included) The Beacon’s simple Plug&Clamp system fits snugly onto the back of any TroubleShooter’s neck. Upon termination, the IMD3dBeacon will send out a single pulse. This pulse is strong enough to reach any WiFi hotspot within {REDACTED} distance units. Once pulsed The Computer will receive all necessary clone metadata and a location ID to which it can send the fresh clone. It’s the perfect solution to TroubleShooting outside of Wifi, which isn’t advised. Beware of malfunction as dispersal of its charge into a live user may be fatal. CAUTION: Do not submerse in fluids, operate under extreme temperatures, or bump, whack, rouse, or jimmy your IMD3dBeacon. Can be easily recharged after each discharge, capable of repeated use.
The EX-5BR-#836 (x1, manual not included) A small gray remote with 4 BLACK buttons and an ORANGE button. If one holds all the black buttons at once the remote begins excreting a thick flammable wick much like a firework snake. If you press the orange button with a length of extended wick it cuts and lights the wick from the remote end. If you press the orange button without a wick extended the remote explodes along with the wielder’s hands.
TRANSPORT TO THE MISSION - Before the mission begins, the GM is encouraged to give the Troubleshooters a small amount of time preparing, i.e. eating some RECREATIONALLY SPOOKY GREEN HOTFUN, earning or spending any XP Points they may have, and generally planning the mission. Smart TroubleShooters with ulterior motives may try and purchase a backpack or mobile storage device for Secret Society Mission Critical Items. They could try to collect more information on the DeadSec. There is, of course, no information about this DeadSec and asking about it is treasonous and brings negative attention.
The necessary TranBot Station is a walk through a public square during a public shaming of a dis-hygienic ORANGE. The ORANGE is standing on a 6ft tall pedestal being pelted with cleaning agents by a crowd shouting various chides and praises to The Computer. A few YELLOW citizens in biz-suits are in the back of the crowd selling things to throw at the dis-hygienic citizen.
The TranBot requests an approved TravLVISA to the DeadSec and it is reticent to trust that the Troubleshooters would go to a DeadSec on Computer business. The TranBot will need that visa, or the verbal authorization of a citizen GREEN or above, or the direct instruction from The Computer…or to be hacked.
Appealing to The Computer: The Computer agrees that acquiring the necessary TravLVISA is required. It may ask why they do not have the necessary documents to fulfill their mission or the team may preemptively bring up that Grot never gave them the necessary documents. If no one can speak Grot-G-COM-8s full name aloud then The Computer will not recognize the situation and demand they provide the necessary document to the TranBot; who will subsequently be very smug and unpleasant toward the team. If they are capable of fully naming their briefing agent then Friend Computer will get Grot on the line and demand to know why the team was not provided the necessary documents. Grot will come through with a terrified and exhausted sniffle and say, “Yes, glorious Friend Computer. I have failed to provide your TroubleShooters with the necessary documents because of the speed at which I left the briefing, a speed necessary to stop the traitors TroubleShooter Group B8-33O.†The Computer will thank everyone involved in the identification of the terrorists TSG B8-330 and order the TranBot to take the team on their way. (Grot will claim a favor during debriefing and expect some sort of thanks for sacrificing another TSG in favor of the players… and saving himself a clone with some quick thinking.)
Calling Grot: If someone can say Grot’s full name aloud they can call using their Core-Tech. Grot sounds very out of breath over the call. If the person calling is not the Team Leader, they will be admonished, the team will have XP points deducted and Grot will hang up. When the Team Leader calls and explains the situation, Grot will ask the team to get on the TranBot and for the Team Leader hosting the call to open their mouth. Grot’s voice emerges and states “Computer Access Code G#FF7518†The Computer enters the call seemingly through Grot’s end, and requests why insufficient documents were provided to a briefed TroubleShooter group. The line cuts and the TranBot scoots away. (Grot will be Grot-G-COM-9 and more timid during debrief)
Getting the Visa: Thankfully, just around the public square is a Central Processing Unit office building with one entrance for ROY citizens and another for GREEN, a BIV entrance is conspicuously absent. At any of the multiple teller windows a very nervous looking ORANGE CPU worker is eagerly waiting to help while an even more eager YELLOW CPU worker is standing behind them. The moment the conversation turns to “DeadSec†the two CPU workers look terrified. The YELLOW Presses a button on the wall and walls raise to trap the team in a small box. A vented window between them and the CPU workers is all the team can see. The Computer enters the situation and demands to know the name of the team’s briefing officer. Regardless of their ability to say Grot’s full name, The Computer replies; “ACKNOWLEDGED PROCEED WITH ISSUE OF TRAVLVISA.†The terrified CPU workers fill out a slip, sign it, stamp it and hand it over to the Team Leader, and only the Team Leader. The walls drop and as the team walks away, two laser shots are heard. Anybody looking back will see IntSec dragging out the bodies of the CPU workers that just assisted the team. (Grot will be Grot-G-COM-9 and more timid during debrief)
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