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Tokyo is now the beating heart of the planet.
Afther the Third Kurile War with the Siberian Alliance, the city has grown to be the biggest on Earth. Over five kilometers high skyscrapers scratch the sky, while the underground tunnels and storerooms pierce the soil almost as deep. It's home of the most modern technology, both the humongous Space Elevator, and the Planetary Nano institute. Traditional, antic wooden Shinto Shrines shielded with glass share space with hundreds of steel, concrate and glass buildings. People from outside the country are even common then the home population. Each day millions of Skycars fill the sky, full of furs going to work, returning home, shopping, traveling. The Mt. Fuji War Memorial, a museum constructed over the crater made when a continental missile hit the mountain, glitters like a wondrous gem, showing all visitors the last meters of snow over the ashed remains of the mountain. Every year, the snow cover shrinks, as people walk meters over it on glass-made pathways.
Yet the heart is black...
The world is now mostly run by corporations, which bosses resident on the highest levels of the biggest skyscrapers. The government is nothing more, then a puppet circus, while the police is outmanned and outgunned by not only the crime syndicates, but also most of the private security companies. Gunshots and air duels are almost as common as traffic, especially in the lowest, devoured of sunlight levels of the city, where all light is given only by countless neon commercials. Implant-filled individuals and bounty hunters with remote droids wadge a gray war on the streets every day.
...and full of wonders.
Magic has finally showed it's face. Still it can't beat the wonders of technology, thou some urban legends say, that it's just waiting for the right moment to show everyone, that it's more powerful then anything on earth. Right now, it shows only a percent of it's possibilities - healing magic, some simple combat manipulation, strenght encasement... nothing, that couldn't be done better with technology, as some say. But they forget, that magic is free.
Everyone wants to be here
Beings of all races, genders, professions and beliefs gather in this one big hub of life and death, of light and darkness, becoming a part of the most amazing megalopolis that ever existed. When will you come to visit it..?
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Griv Merchandise
The sign on the door was covered with rust, dirt and something, that smelled like blood. The whole warehouse looked and smelled like something that died only a few days ago. But it was to late to turn back now - the door opened wide with a loud, ear-piercing sound. Behind them stood a short bat, with goggles on his eyes and an oversized headphone over his left ear. Griv, probably.
- Ah, so you're the one that was supposed to come here for some 'special' items? Baah, of course yes, no other customer uses this door -
With a sharp-toothed grin, and not waiting for any words, the bat turns back and inside the storeroom. After a minute of walking down a dirty corridor, and a trip with an elevator, that looked more like made from rust then from metal, the bat stopped in front of a large, almost labolatory-cleen hall.
Personal Items
Read the label over the first section of shelves and tables.
- I still don't understand why anyone would want to still be using these. I know, hand-to-hand weapons were popular in the old days, but now when anyone more important then a mall employee has either some basic armor, maybe a skin hardening implant, or even that medieval protection charms crud, all of this is not worth more, then a lead pipe. But anyway, sincefurs still want them, I sell them. I've got almost every kind of hand weapon you can imagine, from ancient roman swords, to modern toys like a sword with a atomic-splitting blade, same technology as used in large-scale mining. Plus bows, and crossbows, most useful from all of this rubbish, and of course any kind of arrow you can imagine. And by that I mean, that if we allready don't have it on stock, the I can get it made for you for a small fee. -
The bat grinned again, but didn't give much time to watch weapons that he considered worthless, quickly walking away to another section of the store.
Property protection
-My favorite place. Got everything that was ever made to deliver a bullet. The reliable AK47, for example. Almost two hundred years old, and still you can bet it's used in every conflict on the damned planet. Bah, one of my agents found a stash in a swamp in Vietnam, that was over one hundred eighty years old, and guess what? They still worked. But, if you're not into antique designs, we also have the latest product from almost all arms dealers in the world, some of them still haven't been showed to the world. Sniping rifles, shotguns, handguns, even a few various Gatling guns, if you're able to hold them or got attachment implants. Rocket launchers, grenade throwers, naplam launchers... it's also all here. -
After a while spend walking between shelves with more guns, then one would require to arm a midsized army, the bat finally moves on to the last section of the warehouse.
TechStuff
- Dunno who thought of that sign, I think it's awful, but it sums up what have we got here. Lasers, plasma guns, Tesla stunners, EMP generators... anything the scientists could ever think of. Some of these are prototypes, some even not fully tested... we have a discount on those. Also, it's here where we have stored our implants, some smaller personal robots and droids, and most of the explosive goodies, like the C8 or molecular eradicators. Baah, but I think we had enough of a tour, and you'd want to order, right? -
The bat went through a door to the side of the hall, which surprisingly, ends in a street alley. Seconds later, shots filled the air.
You haven't seen it all...
Said the blood-splattered graffiti. With a soft growl, the bat took a bullet out of the side of his vest.
- You never learn, do you all? I have stress analyzers, a personal forcefield, and... -
Two levitating, metal spheres slowly flow over the smoking remains and next to the bat, each not bigger then a basketball, each armed with four still hot machineguns.
- ...that weapon-detector implants are no more useful, when no one needs to carry a weapon with himself any more.
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Ok, this is [kind of] an inventory guide, mainly around weapons. I'll still post two more, about vechincles and more general equipment, and a second one about factions and notable characters of the city.
Because I'd want you to start planning your troublemakers, I'll reveal the simple [I hope] rules of character creation.
Each person has only two scores, thou you can also call it a scale. It's a nine-point system, which reflects if your char is either more feral, or more technological.
Feral 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Technical
1 in this scale means a 'pure feral' character - someone who can bearly be called a being and not an animal. He possesses tremendous strengths, endurance and agility, but not quite the thinker, or even a talker. Note, it doesn't mean a wild beast.
9 is a pure technological character - someone who could be called a nerd. Weak in terms of strength and agility, his mind is superior. A great hacker, a brilliant scientist, but also a successful businessman - this characters to be the best should be as close to 9 as possible.
5 is the middle ground, the 'average guy' - taking some advantages from both of the power of his mind and muscles.
This scale also represents the affection for technology and magic - a 8 or 7 char won't be able to use almost any magic, while a 3 or 2 can't use most advanced implants and top-tech items. But - a 1 char is to primitive to understand how magic works - he might use it instinctual, without even knowing he's doing it. A 9 char is the opposite when it comes to technology - he has a wondrous knowledge about anything technological, but his body is too fragile to handle most of the implants, his arms to weak to hold a plasma rifle.
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Note: this is just an opening post for now, I'd like to see how many furs would be interested in this small world that my imagination has created in my head. I'll edit this post with more details and info on the rules and such, as soon as anyfur willing to join writes me a PM. No char profiles needed right now, just help me building my ego, by saying you'd like to try out this little world I want to create for you ^^
Note2: I'll update this post with the translation progress, so you won't have to search the whole topic to find updates. Still, feedback would be greatly appriciated ^^
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