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Hoi, Chummers. I go by Neal Allen on public servers or the Soft-Word on this particular one. I'm looking for players for a 5th edition, PBP campaign of Shadowrun based entirely in discord.
This campaign is lower optimization, focused on characters and story. How does your character survive in the brutal streets of city life? How do they see and interact fellow street-citizens they pass by in their day-to-day life? What vices to they turn to when life becomes hard to cope with? Which missions do they accept or reject, and how hard do they barter just to stay afloat?
I have been DMing and playing TTRPGs for over a decade and have fallen in love with the cyberpunk / fantasy of Shadowrun. It facilitates an experience of deep introspection in to the self, the universe, and the decisions of characters for every step they take. There are no sessions, being play-by-post, but the expectation of input from players (and DM) are not lesser than that of a session-based campaign. Everyone will be contributing to the missions and story(ies) a minimum of once a day (a simple "yes" or "no" reply to a question asked) to once a week (a paragraph update on character actions during down time).
Character creation is as RAW except for three modifications:
1. Priority is B, C, D, E, and E
2. (RG1:) No Action Phase Attack Limit
3. (RG4:) Alternative Initiative
If you're interested in checking out how the game plays, let me know and we can chat about goals and/or I can add you to the Discord as a guest.
May we run the shadows with less than a whisper
"Mercer Island, somehow still green amidst it all, passes out of sight slowly. The rim of the train's window slowly covers the small sight-patch of earth as the vehicle slows to a haul for the Rainer stop. The doors open, the air awash with the smell and damp as the beings move between platforms.
Soft wave of laughter followed by attention and action of the subtleties of the night. The 86th floor of Dassurn S&I's, balcony aglow with dozens of partygoers, politicians, and the puckish. Many an intent passed underneath the building's transparacover. Even on the fringes of the party, the shoulder of a newscaster bears the humidity of a heavy sky.
A rhythmic thunk with the constant vibrations of the engine in the structure that holds you above Seattle harbour as you and your chaperone speed towards a sailboat just becoming distinguishable from it's way out. From all around you, the rain of Seattle."