***** PRIVATE: Trixie >>>>>[ Hey, the strangest thing just happened to me. Do you know some fragger named Merrox? I was nosing around the node where the credstick got activated from and this guy popped up out of nowhere. Basically, he said that one of Jas's spare accounts has been activated and a bunch of cash dropped into it. Kinda like he was getting paid for a run. Seems to think that Jas will is okay. Here: +++++ Include File: Merrox.log That's my log from the whole Merrox encounter. Is this guy legit, or what?]<<<<< -- Neuron Basher < 23:05:27/3-27-56 > ***** PRIVATE: Neuron Basher >>>>>[WOW -- You actually saw him? I`ve never even met him. No, wait, you are putting me on, arent you? Granpa and the guys put you up to this, didnt they? There was this rumor going on a long time ago (like 5 years ago, when I first got here) that there was this MYSTERIOUS ENTITY that lurked around the 'safe house'. Thats why it was called the safe house, really. He is supposed to be the guardian. Everyone says its a matrixghost or something but I dont believe them. I asked Jason about it once and he told me that he didnt want to talk about or nothing. I dont know -- Maybe he does exist but unless you come up with something better than an faked 'outlined fame structure' you wont convince men. Hey, I just got some mail from Jason. HE'S OK!]<<<<< -- Trixie <23:25:00 / 03-27-56> ***** PRIVATE: Trixie >>>>>[ Sheezus. Here I am, busting my rump to find Jason, and you don't even believe me that I met some fragger named Merrox. I don't know what he/it was, but it deflected my trace _damned_ fast, and I'm not slouch in the Matrix. Ah well.. you don't have to believe me ... /I/ know what I (saw|talked to|tried to trace). Oh, I'm glad to hear that Jason is okay. Want to go out and grab some dinner to celebrate? ]<<<<< -- Neuron Basher < 23:54:27/3-27-56 > >>>>>[ Mr. Frypp, Marcello wants to know where his shipment is. _We_ would like to know where his shipment is; those were rather ... difficult items to acquire, and we would not appreciate needing to do so again. We await your response. Mr. Marcello has indicated, for your edification, that his people will once more be at the indicated location at 2300 hours local on Wednesday. Please assure me that the shipment will be there. Mbisa, on the other hand, requested that we thank you for your prompt delivery and efficient service; at the time of his transmission, he indicated that the items in question had increased his group's projected survivability by 37.2, a marked improvement in anybody's mind. If you'd like, perhaps you might find some information regarding his people at /AFRICA/BUSHWARS/BAANTU. You know who to look for. ]<<<<< -- OS^2 (16:06:24/3-27-56) *****Looking for something to do while on 'leave'... >>>>>[ A young go getter recently 'released' from a contracting job with a private corp. Extensive net experience, don't let the name fool ya. Specialized in computer security and high end systems. Limited time offer before 'vacation' time is required. Takers contact Rookie here and he'll get back to ya with 24. -- Rookie <17:43:30/03-24-56> >>>>>[Why do I always get this mail? Who keeps sending me mail about "Looking to do something while on 'leave'"? I don't get it. Some cruel joke in Shadowland]<<<<< -- Damion Mailer (21:36:43/3-27-56) ***** Private: Teutone blue, Gryffin >>>>>[Ok, Ok, now in my science class they would have called this duplicate results, the same sensations, the same derailment. the only diference is that this time we paid more attention, I saw where this guy should be, the trees, the snow, and a largish, gray and white structure, looked like a dome of some sort. any one have anymore detail. I think the only thing we got going is that tug North, and the sites, now what are we expected to do??? Oh! and on a lighter note my nephew worked this thing into my palmtop here check-it out]<<<<< -- GoD *****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Hey Mr. Frypp, Tunnel-Rat, Zactof, Jonesy, Sneakthief and Myself are all in Covello. We are all waiting for your next work job for TR. Sneakthief is an ex-UCAS Ranger and Burglar. Jonesy is your basic baysitter/ decker. Zac is a decker and so am I. You got any work for group. Oh I almost forgot, you need to reset your blaster and access IC at the SAN.]<<<<< --Flute (Child / Goddess) >>>>>[When and if I ever find you again, I am going to make sure that you experience every single twinge of pain, guilt, and agony that I felt. I did not know any more than you did, asshole.]<<<<< -- Kor <16:03:23 / 03-28-56> ***** Private: Trixie >>>>>[Im back -- You can tell the office pool that there will be no winner this month...I'm not coming in at all. Ill continue to keep in touch. Scourge told me about your reactions to my being...missing. Thank you, I really appreciate your friendship.]<<<<< -- Jason Stormwind <16:20:28 / 03-28-56> ***** PRIVATE: Kor >>>>>[ Hey, boss, glad to see you back! You had Trixie and I scrabling to find you. Well, now that you're back, when do you want to come get this pesky little critter that I've been stuck babysitting? I know you didn't forget about the little guy, as interested as you were when you told me to get him... ]<<<<< -- Neuron Basher < 17:06:28/3-28-56 > >>>>>[I don't fraggin' know where Mr. Mime's stuff is. I made the dumbassed mistake of using local help. They seemed like good people the last time I was over there. I'll work it out. They still owe me. I'd rather not know what's goin' on with Shaka (yeah, yeah he was a Zulu, I know - howzabout Kounta?). But I saw they made the news. Kinda wonder if I could knock over a back water chip-republic like that one? ]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (12:00:00 /03-28-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: GoD, Griffyn >>>>>[Are you sure? I was not aware of those visualizations. As a matter of fact, I was aware only of emotions. I felt pain, fear, agony and elation overlying curiosity before the ritual fell apart. Griffyn? What were you aware of? Might I suggest we assemble as many watchers as possible and "program" them with your visualizations? We could then send out another flight searching for the emotions I felt, them compare the hits. We could then astrally search the remaing "hits" personally?]<<<<< -- Teutone Bleu (12:00:00 / 03-28-56) >>>>>[simple businessman indeed... Anyway, it all depends on my contact, ya know, It's showbiz after all... an' you're an elf...Now I got nothing against elves, but you know how the megacorps are...Humans are 'safe' as far as box office goes. Still, you could get lucky... An as for the name, you'll find damn few actors using their original names... Holly Brighton, Euphoria, Neil T.O.B...all handles (Much like Shadowrunners, neh?) Oh, by the way, If they do use the Vidclip in the sim you'll get some handy cash....Say stuntmans rate plus special effects, location and injuries bonus. (I get 25 0.000000inder's fee, of course) That applies to everyone on the board...Any footage you can give me of runs and similar occurences I can broker to my contacts in the entertainment industry...It goes without saying that they should be edited to remove incriminating evidence. MMMmm...This could be the start of a very profitable friendship, couldn't it, chummers?]<<<<< -- Marksanspensah (18:42:20/3-28-56) >>>>>[Hey Teutone, chummer, you think your pal Brimstone might be interested in workin in the Sims? He's got quite an impressive screen presence... There might be some technical problems, but hey! I think there are no real spirits working in entertainment nowadays. It'd be a first man! Of course, since he's a spirit he may not be interested in money, but I'm sure megamedia'd be able to work something out...maybe we could sacrifice chickens to him or something, eh? We could always give you money...It's your spirit, innit?? Then again, the Marvel Comics Conglomerate might sue the butt off us.... Ha Ha Ha..... Hey....He ain't gonna get offended by any of this, eh? He seems like a touchy character. I don't wanna get on the wrong side o' no flaming skeleton]<<<<< --Marksanspensah (19:01:50/3-28-56) *****PRIVATE TO:GOKU >>>>>[Listen up, you little wet-behind-the-ears mouth-breathing wannabe turtlehead, I've been around one hell of a lot longer than you've been _alive_, and I may not know enough to change my T/D, but I got enough pull with Ma Bell to get my postings ghosted, so they can't be traced. What I do not need right now is some little shit on a Radio Shack Special telling me how to run my business. What I do need is some detective work done, and I'm not going to be able to handle it all myself, not from here anyway. If you have any friends that might be a little more competent than yourself, they know where to find me.]<<<<< --Gryphon Damn proud of this title Renraku Arcology ***** Private: Teutone blue, Gryffin >>>>>[hey, I'm game, boy this is going to be one of those head-aches. Bufferin is going to make a whole lot of money out of us tonight.]<<<<< -- GoD *****PRIVATE: Zactof, Tunnel-Rat >>>>>[Hey guys, I didn't leave a note for you when I left this afternoon, because I had to go and deal with my past. I'll let you know how I'm doin' but I won't say where.]<<<<< -- Sneakthief (16:28:27 PST / 3-28-56) *****PRIVATE: Highwire >>>>>[Allright, I'm in Seattle. You made the rules, so let's play.]<<<<< -- Sneakthief (16:30:02 PST / 3-28-56) *****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Hi, I'm a friend of Tunnel-Rat's. Have you got a place in Seattle where I can get a hold of some supplies. I'll send you a list tommorow. BTW: Don't tell TR or his group that I'm in Seattle.]<<<<< -- Sneakthief (16:32:03 PST / 3-28-56) *****Private: Johnny M, Topcat >>>>>[DOH! I missed the meeting with Tine, guys. The banshee family truckster needed a good tuneup. Anyway, what did you guys talk about?<<<<< -- Tanp < 22:50:23/3-28-56 > >>>>>[Ah, the choking stench of Seattle air ! Back in Seattle the Sprawl.Oh well, anyone need an English elf for a run then 'cos I'm a bit low on el casho- flowo ? Hey, to the unwashed masses out there a question for ya. I was in Denver, the UCAS sector when I got set-up, quite litrally got left holding the baby. Anyhow I became a guest of the UCAS goverment. While I was there I got a visited. A full-blown UCAC Army Major, no less. Well, he had a deal for me. He promise to have all charges against me dropped and my UCAS record cleaned, (which unfortunately is quite large) if I worked for him on a three run job.I never believed him for a nano-second, but my options at the time seemed "limited". The related runs in Chicargo, yep the place with the VITAS outbreak. He left me to think about it, I know for a fact he asked several others too. Look, I've heard of Corps offering deals to runners, but some of the blokes he talk to after me were out and out killers, you know scream headcases who like sharp, pointy, stabby things and hockey masks. I, shortly after the chat, got extracted by some unknown friends, (thanks to who ever you were Mr Corpers :-)) however contacts told me the the Major return and left with a van load of what I could only describe as full blown nutters who like to kill things, people, entire neibourhoods, in their spare time. That was the third time in two months this chap had removed prisoners. What the frag is going on ? Any clues kids ? ]<<<<< -WHAT(10:37:13/28-03-56) ***** Private: Sneakthief >>>>>[Dunno. I'm kinda thin in Seattle.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:23:34 / 03-29-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[Anybody ever see the "Dirty Dozen"? Use deathrow or lifer cons in a suicide run.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:20:33 / 03-29-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[You sayin' there isn't a market for elves? Then whatabout Neil? Usin' orks gotta be closer to suicide than elves. But then Neil's stuff isn't exactly serious work...... What would I change my name too anyway? It's just odd enough to be remembered, consonation's always a plus, very few syllables (remember what's happened to Schwarzenneger, the chips are so damn small his name either wraps all the way around twice or is so small it looks like a smear), Freddy Frypp's perfect. Stuntman rates.... funny. Hey, 25's good enough for me. I get tossed around and get paid for it. Things are working out pretty good afterall. Now if I can just get these damn bandages offa my schnoz....]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:30:00 : 03-29-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[We do not perform on command. There is likely nothing you can offer us to be your lapdogs. I will do my best to restrain him, but I cannot guarantee anything. We have been stymied in our latest endeavours and he is not dealing with our failings well.]<<<<< -- Teutone Bleu (10:19:55 / 03-29-56) >>>>>[Nope. Not gonna say a word. We just got the new door on this morning.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (11:00:00 / 03-29-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** PRIVATE: Teutone Bleu, GoD >>>>>[ Hmm.. it's kind of hard to describe the feeling I was getting. There was a pull in the northern direction, that much is certain, but it seemed quite weak. As if the aura of our target was somehow weakened, or ... I don't know ... "damaged"? I also experienced the same kind of shifting emotions that you describe. Ran the full gamut from awe to fear to pain and more. Strangest thing that I've ever felt in a ritual. As far as the watchers are concerned, I suppose it couldn't hurt to have a few roving to see what they come up with, but I'm not too confident in their abilities. ]<<<<< -- Griffyn < 15:25:29/3-29-56 > >>>>>[ Great ... now Freddy's head is going to be swelled like a melon. Thanks. ]<<<<< -- Griffyn < 19:32:29/3-29-56 > >>>>>[ Basically, I'm looking for some work. I specialize in physical/muscle types of ops, as well as sniping. If you need more information for a possible run, contact me at >encrypted<. ]<<<<< -- Revenant < 19:46:29/3-29-56 > >>>>>[Freddy, I can take care of that for you if you so desire.]<<<<< -- Kor <20:38:18 / 03-29-56> ***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Even trade. Your formula for whatever it was you did to that guy for Skuff, and Ill take care of the asshole with the over-active ally. I hear you might be coming up my way...Im coming down your way shortly. I near to clean up the problem with the hounds...SHIT...I just remembered mail from Irish that I recieved about a week ago. I need a REAL vacation. Got nabbed by some corp pukes and held as leverage against the higher ups. Unfortunately for them, no one wanted to play that game. Unfortunately for ME the group they hired to come and get us out (was on vacation with one of the most amazingly gorgeous women I have met...if it werent for her bulldog like attitude, I might have fallen for her) included one frag head named hammer. I am still unsure of the drugs he pumped through my body. I would like to be prepared if I ever see him again -- Thats where you and your formula come in. I think its about time for a little payback. How many of the hell hounds did you want personally, I think Irish wants to get a hold of a few...interested in selling?]<<<<< -- Kor <20:56:00 / 03-29-56> ***** PRIVATE: Irish >>>>>[I was in the middle of clearing up my mail queue when I happened upon a message from you asking about training Hell Hounds. What type of work are you planning for the pups? How would you like them trained?]<<<<< -- Kor <21:09:57 / 03-29-56> >>>>>[Okay, Jasmine and I are having trouble with our deck connections from home. So, right now, I'm actually piggybacking on a friends deck EEERGGGHHH this is slow. I feel like a Turtle. Anyway, If you really need to get in touch, we are getting our mail now. Sort of.....I'm working on it.]<<<<< -- Shields <13:20:00/03-29-56> ***** Private: HAMMER >>>>>[ Sorry I haven't got back to you. I been busy lately and couldn't find a vid-term. If you can help me find Blitzkrieg I will pay you. I am trying to track him down for some friends. They want to talk to him. Thanks. If you want to meet with me I am in Denver following a lead that someone gave to me to find Blitz. Thanks. ]<<<<< -- Pretty Boy <22:44:15/3/29/56> >>>>>[Well, well. Seattle's live and ready fer action these days. All sorts of bloodthirsty screwballs. But this is grand. I mean truly grand. I ain't been on a duty like this fer a long time, and this 'un here... well, it done tipped the scales. The vid's comin'. I'd feed ya sim, but we ain't wired, and the little bit o' metal I got tucked away here ain't gonna do it. But lemme just say that the man with the camera -- ya might remember him as Kim, or maybe Housefly -- was a little slow on the uptake, so he missed my debut at the Underworld. Ain't a biggie, just some gangers needin' reeducation. Here, lemme set the scene. ++++INCLUDE VIDEO:underground.video.arc You can practically smell the noxious air of the Puyallup Barrens as the video begins to roll a pan across the front of Underworld 93. The place is not what you might expect in a nightclub, or even a dive bar, but at least it is still mostly standing. Several bikes are parked out front, including an Aurora that looks out of place -- largely due to the vibrant purples in its paintjob, and the lack of serious damage. The camera stops on an ork. His face looks vaguely cadaverous, his fangs pronounced. His stringy black hair juts from beneath his battered tophat at extraordinary angles, and portions of pallid flesh show through the holes in his eveningwear. He stands with a hand on the butt of a pistol, absently tapping his fingers against the induction pad, looking off at the street, past the camera's angle. "He ain't comin'. Knew I shouldn't trust nobody called themself Paladin." If the looks weren't enough, the voice would mark this unpleasant creature as Jolly Roger. As the recognition finally confirms itself, he stares at the camera. "Well? What're ya waitin' fer, ya overgrown hunka metal? We're gonna do this guy, right?" Roger turns briskly, draws his pistol, and kicks the front door open. +++END VIDEO. That's where the trog dumped the camera, tried to get it set on a tripod, got it into the lobby, then discovered I pretty much cleaned that bit out. Didn't make him happy, cuz that was s'posed ta be his fun, but I was a little miffed at gettin' stood up. So anyway, those youse who know me know I like ta make dead things kinda help me out. And this time weren't an exception. Boys had done dropped like flies when I hit 'em with the ol' manaball, and so I got a couple four of 'em up on their feet again, courtesy the great loa, called down the Baron himself, and went for the gusto. Oh, and the troll couldn't work the camera, obviously. So I got him behind a gun again, and put the camera in the hands o' one o' the zombies. He was a little better at it. Unfortunately, the angle wasn't much good. I'll give ya the pix here in a sec.]<<<<< -- Jolly Roger < 00:39:23 / 03-30-56 > >>>>>[ As promised, the pix. This is when the funny bit starts. Ya'll remember TopCat, right? Guy on here poppin' off 'bout what hot drek he was, talkin' 'bout breakin' Tir Tairngire 'n all? Check out the dandelion eater. See any resemblance? +++++INCLUDE: A.Krake.video.arc The camera lurches a little bit as its bearer descends a staircase. Some sporadic gunfire sounds in the background while the picture jumps around, finally settling on the back of a leather-clad ganger -- colors aren't exactly familiar unless you've been hip to the Puyallup gang politics, but they're a pretty clear deep grey with a midnight blue accent, decked out in something very like a corporate uniform. The colors aren't really the striking bit, though. The bit that grabs the eye is the sucking wound in that particular back, a wound which features several broken ribs and a dislocated vertebra, as well as severe tissue trauma and a seeping drain of congealing blood. You realize, examining this, that it isn't the camera that's skewed at the peculiar angle you're seeing, but actually the ganger. A door opens ahead, and the flourescent light from within spills out into the short corridor, revealing three more gang members in front, the lead one having a particularly nasty head wound which seems to have left considerable brain tissue out of the healing process. As your stomach starts to object, the ganger shambles out of sight, and the camera gains a fuller view of the room before him -- obviously set up as a conference room of sorts, with a long table and chairs set in the main portion, and a small bar with stools farther back, and a dartboard beside the bar. A couple gangers -- these considerably healthier -- are gathered around these peripheral locations, drinking and tossing darts, obviously present more for effect than any real urgency. At one end the table, a gaunt man in a well-tailored black suit sits at one end, one hand on the keyboard of a pocket secretary, staring in surprise at the intrusion. At the other end of the table, a heavily-muscled elf in the same purplish colors as the bike outside stares raptly at the suit, oblivious to anything. In that first critical moment, everything seems to hang in some kind of frozen moment. The footsteps which had been providing the tempo of the film cease, and the shambling forms, drawing pistols, are soundless as they deploy themselves around the room. Then the drek starts to fly. The gangers in the background vary in reactions from the instantaneously aggressive dark-haired fellow to the completely dumbfounded dart-thrower and the absolutely terrified bartender. The destinies which might have unfolded for these young men become instantaneously clear before the zombies start to fire. One ganger dropped immediately, leaking blood like a committee-designed dam, and others hurriedly took what cover they could. The man at the table swore an oath that was lost beneath the gunfire and dropped to the floor. Return fire was quick in coming, and was not sparse, despite the jump the zombies had. As this first exchange brought itself around to clearly defined fields of fire, a troll's shoulder becomes visible in the near right foreground of the camera's view, and shell casings almost immediately start shooting across the view as the sound of autofire resonating in an enclosed space distorts the sound. Simultaneous with this explosion of sound, the elf seems to snap out of the trance he was in and realize he is sitting in the midst of a firefight with no cover. His eyes rapidly shift from dazed to alert to shocked, and he flips the table with a simple gesture, diving behind the cover it provides. Another burst of autofire rakes the back wall, chewing splintery chunks from the wainscoating and ripping gashes in the veneer of the bar. Shreds of stuffing and wood flip through the air in drunken spirals, and an occasional splatter of blood indicates the unenviable position of a ganger without good enough cover. The zombies advance on the bar; the opposition mostly confined to staying behind large objects, they close rapidly. Even as they do, the elf pops up, spraying bursts from his twin vipers, impacting the spirit-ridden corpses with raw rage and confusion. One falls, and in a lull, the drawling voice of Roger cuts through. "I wouldn't have taken you fer a leech-lover, TopCat. Thought you had more sense." The elf spins to look at the source, and brings both guns to bear on a target off-screen to the far right. Confusion is clear on his features, and the disorientation of his sudden involvement in this conflict is clearly painting fear across his posture. "What the fuck you mean, trog? You got the dead boys marchin' here." A long laugh rolls through silence as a few more shell casings pop across the screen, their payload delivered to an overly-cocky ganger near the bar. The zombies have almost reached the bar at this point, and the suit is slowly rising behind TopCat. "But I ain't doin' biz with a walkin' dead man, Jack. I just gave my loa some toys." TopCat turns, and sees the suited man as the man lifts his hands in an eldritch gesture. TopCat looks momentarily stunned, then Roger's voice rolls through again. "Sorry, Krake, ain't gonna be so easy." The man in the suit snarls, and for the first time, his enlarged canines are obvious. TopCat draws up sharply and starts backing away, snapping his point of aim toward the vampire. In the background, the two remaining zombies reach the bar, one clambering over the top while the other steps around the end. A rapid series of shots erupts, then silence falls again as one of the zombies crumples. The other completes his traversal of the bar, and proceeeds to drag the gangers -- one living, three dead -- from behind the bar, piling the dead with thier two comrades. +++++PAUSE VIDEO +++++QUEUE Continue Now see, it really was kinda funny, yeah? I'll finish her up here in a sec. Just gotta go shake the dew off, and I don't wanna feed this blind.] -- Jolly Roger < 01:02:23 / 04-30-56 > >>>>>[Here's the hoop-end. This here's the good stuff. Copy away, I don't mind. +++++INCLUDE VIDEO:Continue Roger steps onto the screen for the first time, swinging a heavy-bladed sword carefully in a loose circle. His face looks somehow more cruel than before, and at the same time, more skull-like, the faint color he did have blancehed een further. "I've waited for this first blood, Krake. You ain't gonna deny me that." The vampire backs away carefully, stepping over one of the fallen zombies, drawing a wicked-looking knife with a gleaming blade. "Come on, then, trog. Come get me." Roger lunges, but the vampire was expecting it, catching the sword easily and turning it away, then stepping around and slashing at Roger's exposed side. "Gotta do better than that, ork. I just ain't that pathetic." The vampire backs off again, and this time Roger approaches more slowly, keeping the lazy circles of the blade close to the front, feinting and backing away, feeling out his opponent. Blood drips from his side where he had been slashed; the wound clearly is paining him, as he favors the outside considerably. Meantime, the zombie has gathered all the dead and knocked the one living ganger fully unconcious. As the combat spins again to face it, it is standing, looking at Roger. Roger nods. "Go free, my friend." The body crumples as a momentarily-visible form accelerates away through the roof, and Roger presses the surprise this gives the vampire with a rapid series of attacks. The two wheel and careen for a few lengthy moments in some twisted parody of a dance, then suddenly disengage, the vampire wearing several new stripes across his midriff, Roger scratched along the forearm in a long gash. The vampire grins, his chest heaving from the exertion. "You can't win, you know. It's impossible. I can always get away." Roger grins. "Not if I kill you first." A scream of denial snaps your attention back to TopCat, where he had been standing silent for several moments. He begins to unload his weapons in burst after burst at the vampire, whose eyes bulge as the impacts begin to pound his body -- to very little effect, but nonetheless impacting. Roger takes advantage of this distraction as well, reacting moments before the vampire has regained his composure, coming across his body in a brutal two-handed sweep. The vampire's head separates from its body; a geyser of blood and viscera erupt from the stump of the neck as the head sails a meter away. The look of shock remains on the face; Roger grins triumphantly at the camera. "Go free, my friend." +++++END VIDEO Kim's still a little wonked that I broke his camera. I knew I shoulda sent explicit instructions to get the camera warez installed while he was down fer the count. Just a little more than I thought about while my hoop was tryin' ta be saved, I guess.]<<<<< -- Jolly Roger < 01:35:41 / 04-30-56 > ***** Private: Kor, Freddy fripp >>>>>[hey Kor! You back for good this time? I wont ask where ya been cuz tha's non' of my bussines, but I'm glad that your back. I was planning on doing some major astral redecorating over Frypp sec and I wanted to consult with you first, I have a question for you. you might now a Bit more than I about this. I'm doing a little side job for freddy helpin' this teutone blue character track someone, and at the same time doing a touchee-feelee on him, but anyways thats a whole diferent piece of cake what I wanted to ask you was this. Ok we did a little ritual work trying to track this character, the spell anchored, 2tone, gryffin and I all flet the same thing at the same time, a pull north wards, then the ritual derailed and the spell just ended. this confused us all, I didn;t understand it, so after a couple of days we decided to do it again, this time I took point and paid more attention, and the same thing happened again except that we paid more attention this time. since I had point I got a glimpse of where he was along with a lot of negative emotions, Gryff, and 2tone, well they got the brunt of the emotions, pretty much fear, anguish the whole "gamut" to quote Gryff. the aura was weak, as if it where damaged, or breached in some way. I can't really explain it. But I wanted to know what you thought, the boss puts alot of trust in what you think, and hes the one makin' the big nuyen so I figured I couldn't hurt none if I asked you. let me know what you think.... once again glad to have you back.]<<<<< -- GoD >>>>>[Hey Teutone man! Don't get sore at me! I was only making you a bona fide turn-an-honest-nuyen offer! Sheesh. Some people are too touchy. An' I resent the use of the word 'lapdog'. I never said 'lapdog'. It warps your thinking, using words like that. Relax man! Anyway. What could I offer? Fame. Yeah, fame. I was chewing the fat with a friend o' mine who's into this magic stuff an' he wuz very interested by the idea of a spirit gaining notoriety....he sez that maybe being famous could be some sorta 'power source' for the spirit...He spoke a lot o' mumbo jumbo crap 'bout 'aura sinchronization' an' 'free flowing karmic vectors' an suchlike... So....sounds interesting??? mmmmh? Oh, and if you really want to 'restrain' him, just don't tell him about my post....Way I hear it spirits can't read computer screens]<<<<< -- Marksanspensah (14:27:14/3-30-56) >>>>>[I have had enough of your mundane drivel, Marksanspensah. "Free flowing karmic vectors". Interesting term if you know nothing of the true workings of the power. "Fame". Why do we need fame? Unless you can provide us adoring fans willing to sacrifice their being, their experience, their luck - we are not interested. Brimstone sees what I see, I see what he sees. He knows what I know. I cannot guarantee that he will not be outraged. If you continue, you may become a star in one of your own productions, sans stuntman rates.]<<<<< -- Teutone Bleu (02:23:55 / 03-30-56) ***** Not to: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Uh, Griff, is there gonna be any differnce? Call me crazy, but the boss is pretty full of himself already....]<<<<< -- Spark (08:45:33 / 03-30-56) >>>>>[The nose? Nah. If it heals the way I want it'll give me that rugged look I've always wanted.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:25:51 / 03-30-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Kor >>>>>[Nah, I'll give you the notes I made during our little chats, but I'm not really sure if I want anything dropped in on him. The corpers'll love it, though. I'll admit, I kinda deserved it. Heckling strangers has never been terribly healthy.... Anyway... six outta be enough. I'll be up thataway in a coupla days. Wanna get together sometime?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (09:30:23 / 03-30-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Teutone blue, Gryffin >>>>>[Hey, the watchers are no good, they keep coming back blank, or worse yet they stick around the city, around some corp. buildings. Two of mine haven't come back at all. I don't know what the deal is, this whole thing doesn't make sense... One of them just got here give me a sec... hey I think we finally got a hit, come over to my place and see and hear this for yourself I don't think you are going to like this. I think we might have to dress warm...]<<<<< -- GoD ***** Private: freddy fripp >>>>>[Boss this thing is getting abit more complicated than we originally thought, I think we are going to need a couple of more days. as far as 2tone is concerned, here is what I think, hes a little on the eccentric side, but when you mess with spirits as long as he has, you tend to get a bit quirky. as far as brimstone is concerned he must have been abit high-strung in a past life cuz he's just a bit over-active. I'm not sure who controls who, but it's fun to have THEM around. You asked me to keep an eye out well that's what I'm doing.]<<<<< -- GoD ***** Private: GoD, Griffyn >>>>>[Curioser and curioser. My employers are convinced the target is alive, so why would we be getting hits on burned out buildings above the Arctic Circle? I am certain that was the location to which our rituals were directed. In our astral examination I felt the same sensations. How do we get our corporeal bodies to that site? It seemed quite isolated and exposed. We can use Brimstone to search the rubble, for now. No. I'll summon another to do that work.]<<<<< -- Teutone Bleu (12:21:12 / 03-30-56) ***** Private: GoD >>>>>["A bit high-strung"? Are you sure you aren't British? That sounded like the understatement of the decade. Anyway, keep up the work. If I hear anything, I'll ask you about it. What the hell's up anyway?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:23:33 / 03-30-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** NOT TO: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[ Yeah, Spark, I know... but if his head swells anymore, I'm afraid it might explode. ]<<<<< -- Griffyn < 18:48:30/3-30-56 > ***** PRIVATE: GoD, Freddy Frypp, Teutone Bleu >>>>>[ Hey Boss, GoD, Teutone, and I may need travel arrangements to somewhere in the Artic regions shortly. Do you by any chance know anyone who might be able to arrange something for us? ]<<<<< -- Griffyn < 19:35:30/3-30-56 > ***** PRIVATE: Kor >>>>>[I was aplanning to use 'em as security/attack dogs with all the proper trainning. Well, that, and as pets (the kids been pestering me for a dog for nigh on two years now). That help any?]<<<<< -- Irish <13:49:50/30-03-56> ***** Not To: UCAS operatives >>>>>[This major you talked to . . . his name wouldn't have happened to be Smyth, would it?]<<<<< -- Irish <13:56:47/30-03-56> ***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[I am becoming absent minded in my old age. I went up to the site today (and had an interesting conversation with Treebear -- It seems he knows a lot more about me than I really would like anyone to know. Spirits do not honor client-privacy) only to find Tamlyn in the middle of a attack training session. It seems that, in my forgetfullness of late, I forgot that he said he would come up and work on the dogs while I was off on business. That was back in JANUARY. Remind me to give him a bonus for service above and beyond the call of duty. Amazingly enough, your hounds are weened and ready to go. I went through some drills with both Castor and Pollux an they seem to be in top form for their breeding. I would, however, suggest that you keep them out of highly stressed situations...until you get them a few generations away from their feral nature you run a high risk of loosing them into a situation were instinct will kick in and all hell will break lose. Tamlyn and I are only certified for training hell hound for home / office defense so if you need more, you will need to contact >>encrypted<<. Make sure to let them know that we have worked with the hounds AND that they were found wild. That will make a big difference in what they will want to do. You might be able to stud them out. A lot of people like the ferrocity of 1st gen wild hell hounds. I dont blame them. Castor and Pollux are 1st gen and they are playful, loyal, and death incarnate when trouble is afoot. If I am correct, my contract with you has ended and Tamlyn and I will be taking our leave as soon as you take posession of the pups. As per the contract, I will be keeping the runts of the litter. Hey, you available for dinner tonight?]<<<<< -- Kor <20:58:37 / 03-30-56> ***** Private: Pretty Boy >>>>>[ I was wondering when you would get back to me on that. Well, here's the deal: I don't normally work with bounty hunters, but this one time I may make an exception. Tell where is a good place and time to meet you. Maybe I can arrange my travel plans to include talking to you in person. If not . . . well, I'll worry about that if it comes to that. ]<<<<< -- HAMMER <15:47:16/3-30-56> *****Private: Topcat >>>>>[Hey Topcat, what the frag happend at the Underground? Who fragged up? Last thing I remember seeing is this ugly ork walking in on ya then I got booted from the system--one of my passcodes failed and I was dumped. You looked like you was in some kind of trance for the longest time.]<<<<< --Johnny M. <18:45:30/3-30-56> *****Private: Topcat, Tanp >>>>>[Just got that vid feed from Jolly Roger. My God!!!!!!! Looks like that Roger guy had a "minor" little problem. So what are we gonna do? Those chips are probably a lost cause after that firefight. Talk to me boys. I needed this money for a little program I was workin' on. Talk later chummers.]<<<<< --Johnny M. <19:00:32/3-30-56> >>>>>[Hiya, folks. So, this is Seattle. Well, it's not exactly what I expected, but, well, I expected that. I'm Josuha's Arm, and boy, would he be pissed if he knew I was out doing this without him. I do the net work for an experienced but deliberatly low rep team recently relocated to Seattle from points warmer, one way or another. We're good, we're quiet, and we're really broke, so if you've got work, we'd appreciate it. Drop me a note at >>>ENCRYPTED<<< and we'll talk nuyen chummer. Meanwhile, I want to get to know this wonderful town. Who are the movers and shakers--the real ones, not the vid heads. Who are the fixers to trust, and who do we hang up on? Who are the people behind the shadows? And most importantly--where's the best stripclub?]<<<<< -- Joshua's Arm <23:32:54/03-30-56> >>>>>[Don't worry about that last request, folks. He's not legal yet.]<<<<< -- Morgan <23:34:54/03-30-56> >>>>>[Gee, thanks boss.]<<<<< -- Joshua's Arm <23:35:43/03-30-56> >>>>>[Hmmm...Newbies...Number one...never ask those kinds of questions you may find yourself out of work faster than you can say "Praytell". With those questions your rep isn't worth drek. Number two...even though this is the Shadow Node, there are corpers and federal officials watching it...And I should know...]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Max, where the HELL HAVE YOU BEEN???!!! Where's Carl, Shadow and Dragon?]<<<<< --Firefox (23:30:30 PST/ 03:29:56) >>>>>[Ummm...we're in Philthadelphia...now, sis...don't get angry.]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the only...chagrined Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Ohhh...the Headache...I better keep the old routine going...]<<<<< --Buzz (The one the only...Human Bee in the Matrix) >>>>>[Serves you right...]<<<<< --Firefox (23:34:30 PST/03:29:56) >>>>>[Hey y'all, I got the corper mad at me. I just gotta share his message wit' the world at large...such deathless prose.... +++++INCLUDE: Renraku.rant Sure ya've been around longer than me, long enough for yer brain cells ta get demyelinated, chummer. Lesse, last time I checked my dictionary of corp doublespeak it defined 'plausible deniability' as "No your honour, we did not pay X to murder/steal rob/etc... AND YOU CAN'T PROVE IT" wich is a bit hard to do when you place a job offer in a BBS that's gotta be monitored by more paranoid corp security agencies than I can think of. I hope you brought a hefty white noise generator to that meet... Actually chummer, I overestimated you. I figured that post was justa bit of disinformation to keep yer rivals guessing. As for the 'ghosted' posts. So that's how you do it. Tipical corp 'bigger hammer' approach to things. So folks, if you wanna trace that kinda post, ya gotta deck into Ma Bell....easier said than done, but it's possible. So whaddaya say folks? We gotta let the corpers in to hear their job offers, but we don' have to make them feel comfortable....]<<<<< -- Goku (14:41:12/3-31-56) >>>>>[Hey Jolly Roger, can I use that? Some good stuff in that vid.... Freddy, forget about the name thing, right? It was jest a comment. Jeez, some touchy people around here. What Swartzennager is that? D'ya mean senator Swartzetc..? gee, how old are you? I guess you mean those chips they made out of his 1980's films, with computer-generated sim. Not exactly box-office hits... Teutone: Okay, okay, I get the message. I know when I'm not wanted. And for the record, my pal isn't a mundane, he's a mage. And anyway, it's not as if you can find me....]<<<<< -- Marksanspensah (15:26:23/3-31-56) >>>>>[C'mon... remember that creepy, skin-crawling feeling when they found the bodies in Predator? Overdone perfectly. BTW, I am old beyond years (yuck-yuck).]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (04:34:22 / 03-31-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) >>>>>[Are you sure, Marksanspensah?]<<<<< -- Teutone Bleu (08:45:44 / 03-31-56) >>>>>[Predator? Hell, I barely remember that flick. Good old movie, though.]<<<<< -- Christopher Tarleton *****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Sir Frypp, have you seen or heard from Sneakthief? Jonesy and I haven't told TR that we think he might have gone to Seattle to deal with an old associate of the man who killed Dad. Treebear said he saw Sneakthief leaving Covello and he looked in a very desperate or bad mood.]<<<<< -- Flute (Child / Goddess) *****PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Mr. Frypp, I have got a minimum list so far. 1: Ranger Arms SM-3 + 30 Exploding Rounds 1: Ruger Thunderbolt + 3 Clips and 120 Rounds 1: Pair of Shock Gloves 1: Medkit 3: Concusion Grenades 3: Defensive Grenades 5 Kilos of C4 Plastic Explosives 1: Timer 1: Radio Detonator I'll pay you for street cost and your time. I could use these items by Wensday next week. Oh, one last thing a set of partial heavy armor.]<<<<< -- Sneakthief (08:10:13 PST / 3-31-56) >>>>>[ Doncha mean 'Older than dirt', boss? ]<<<<< -- Griffyn < 16:07:31/3-31-56 > *****PRIVATE: Flute >>>>>[Hey, little one. I need a favor: go check my account at first national in San Fran and up the balance by about 75k nY.]<<<<< --Sneakthief (08:15:13 PST / 3-31-56) *****PRIVATE: Sneakthief >>>>>[What the fuck...]<<<<< -- Flute (Child / Goddess) *****PRIVATE: Flute >>>>>[Just do it. And tell Jonesy, I love her.]<<<<< -- Sneakthief (08:17:56 PST / 3-31-56) >>>>>[I really liked what they did with the second one. The first Predator film, dont with Arnold Schwatzensomethingoranother was ok but a little predictable. The second one, more urban, kinda reminds me some of the newsfeeds I read about Aztech. Its like, totally awesome. For those of you with the ability to handle this -- enjoy +++++ Optional Include -opt y,n -title Predator Movie -stats download count +++++ Upload: Predator >file rerouted< [SysOp] +++++ Optional Include -opt y,n -title Predator II Movie -stats download count +++++ Upload: Predator II >file rerouted< [SysOp] Let me know if you like them...]<<<<< -- Trixie <16:12:51 / 03-31-56> Head of Operations Industrial Sound and Magic ***** PRIVATE: Christopher Tarlenton >>>>>[I believe this is for you. +++++ Predator +++++ Predator II I was hoping that you, of all people, would assist in policing this BBS a little better.]<<<<< -- SysOp ***** PRIVATE: Trixie >>>>>[I rerouted your mail message to Chris. I assume that is who you were attempting to get that to in the first place. Please do not use this node as your personal drop point for movies or huge sound bytes. While we can handle the load, we woud very much appreciate it if you didn't.]<<<<< -- SysOp ***** PRIVATE: SysOp >>>>>[Like, totally forgive me. I used the best compression routines I could coemup with, it shouldnt have been over 1500Mp at best...I guess that is a little excessive. We have both of those on the sim if you would like to stop by one of the Reel-Life(tm) centers. Tell them Tristiana sent you and you can have 1/2 hour free]<<<<< -- Trixie <17:04:00 / 03-31-56> >>>>>[Hardy, har-har-har. I got no idea how to get you guys up there. But, while yer there make sure to eat some of that great yellow snow .]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:20:23 / 03-31-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Kor >>>>>[Office defense sounds like exactly what I need right now. Lessee that Teuface bastard try anything again. Anyway, when can you be down here?]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (14:23:33 / 03-31-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Flute >>>>>[Well, let's put it this way, I haven't seen him.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:33:33 / 03-31-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** Private: Sneakthief >>>>>[And you need them in Seattle? Lessee, I've got most of it laying around here, but the Ranger and the armor might be a little difficult. Wednesday's no sweat though.]<<<<< -- Freddy Frypp (13:35:45 / 03-31-56) President Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150) ***** PRIVATE: Freddy Frypp >>>>>[Im in town right now. Having trouble getting the puppies to travel in a cap and the I-Marines arent likely to let me walk around with attack trained hell hounds without a leash or at least a titanium muzzle on them. Lets have dinner tonight, talk over some of your difficulties, and maybe come to a decision as to what to do about them. Is GoD around? He asked me some questions that I never got around to answering and I dont think I will have time to sit down and write them down.]<<<<< -- Kor <20:45:35 / 03-31-56>