From: afj9838@rigel.tamu.edu
Newsgroups: rec.games.cyber
Subject: Re: Vampirepunk!?!?
Date: 8 Oct 92 22:37:16 GMT
Organization: Texas A&M University, Academic Computing Services
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In article <1992Oct08.183104.5190@Veritas.COM>, uplink@cwis.unomaha.edu (John M. Scheibeler) writes...
>adr9510@rigel.tamu.edu writes:
> 
>>I really hope you're kidding on this. The GM finally ruled those stats belong
>>to a drac poser (I mean, hell, he doesn't even have any meditation, he brain
>>game fodder). Not to mention the fact is was just toooooo easy to put those 
>>API's into him.
> 
>	I wouldn't know, I just looked at a friend's copy.  But if it
>were my game, he'd be the real McCoy, and definitely be impossible to 
>kill, at least by the PCs.
> 
>>Our campaign's motto:
>>Bullets kill *everybody*.
>	Hmph.  I have a character you'd like to meet; his name's
>Metal Master.  Full Body plating, all limbs cybered & armored, skinweave,
>sub-dermal armor, hardshell ceramic-boron Metalgear-style armor
>(spaced and foamed to eliminate problems from HE ammo)... Bullets
>don't frighten MM.  Nothing can do enough damage to get through his
>armor.  Not even those "god" weapons in the military listing.  And yes, 
>he wears this stuff *all the time*.  Even has a protected rebreather in
>case someone tries to asphyxiate him.  Bullets don't kill MM.  Nothing does.

	*Insert sound of fifty year old man with thick Texas accent*
	Weeeeeeeeeeeeellllll, boy, it's right nice of you to introduce yourself.
  Saves me the trouble of tryin' ta find out who the hell you are, when I scrape
your dehydrated, cannibalized carcass off of the sidewalk.  Metalgear is full
combat armor, boy, and in Night City, where the smog gets pretty thick, it gets
hot.  Real hot, damn hot.  Hot enough to bake an egg on the sidewalk.  And the
problem with full combat armor is that it don't cool ya down very fast.  You
get dehydrated, suffer from exposure, and pass out.  And when ya do, don't 
expect ta wake up.  The boosters'll be on ya like ticks on a dog, tearin' every
piece of available cyberwear off of ya.  They might hit your meat parts with
a tranq to keep ya from screamin' while they strip ya, but then again, they 
might not.  They're boosters, they're crazy.  And even if you do have venting
and cooling for that equipment, we'll still be seein' each other real soon.  
See, with that type of gear, you gotta have a very low Humanity Count.  And 
people with a very low Humanity Count make the police very, very nervous.  Now,
I for one happen to like some of the police, especially the boys at the 13th 
precinct, and I know they got better things to do than be nervous.  So me and
my staff will be keeping an eye on you.  And don't worry 'bout none of those
"god" weapons ya'll been talkin' about, I got ones that make those look like
polymer one-shots..."
*Texas voice off*

That was Doc Johnson, an alternate me that I made for CP.  He's 50, very 
experienced, and doesn't like full-body 'borgs.  Especially one's who think
they're the baddest thing in the city.  He has a tendency to use 20mm rotary
cannons on them, from a distance of 100 or more feet in the air.  Just goes to
show you, if you think you're the most dangerous thing in the city, there's
bound to be something that can squish you like a bug...

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