SHADOW-FATE - "The Rotten Apple"
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The blending of tech & flesh began in the 20th Century.
Man Met Magic & Machine.
The Shadows Evolved.
YOU are a SHADOWRUNNER — a street operative.
You're a SHADOWRUNNER — a professional.
It is the year of chrome'n blood 2076.
In this world the planet is not only AWAKENED — it's DECKED.
In this world interfacing the mortal mind with computers was just the first step. Implants the "jack up" reflexes and cybernetic replacements followed quickly. Then came the Awakening. A five-thousand-year lull in the flow of mystical energies subsided, and Magic returned to the world. Elves, Dwarfs, and Trolls assumed their true form, throwing off their human guise. Cyber and bioware implants made meat body better-than-flesh, while the deck-driven Matrix enhances your perceptions with hyper-real senses.
In this world deals are made in chrome, blood and
lead more often than the laughable Monopoyly (paper) money of old-timey, gold or even cold hard cred nuyen; success and failure live only a razor's edge apart. Creatures of myth and legend walk the streets, while the arcane skills of spellslingers are in high demand. Above it all, monolithic megacorps bleed the world dry, sabotaging each other in covert cutthroat competition as they go to war over the bottom line. The state-of-the-art has been advanced, introducing a new level of augmented reality, new gear, and new magical discoveries.
In this world the megaplexes ARE the monsters casting long shadows. That's where you live, in the cracks between the giant corporate structures. When the megacorps want something done but they don't want to dirty their hands, it's a SHADOWRUN they need and they come to you.
In this world your existence is not acknowledged by any governmental or corporate
database, the demand for your services is high. You're a Technomancer, sliding like a whisper through the databases of giant corporations, spiriting away the only thing of real value-information. You're a Street Samurai, an enforcer for hire whose combat skills and reflexes make you the ultimate urban predator. You're a Mage, one with an ancient gift, the ability to wield and shape the magical energies that now surround the Earth. And that's exactly the kind of firepower you'll need if you get hired to make a RUN…
In this world magic is as real as the mean streets of the mega-sprawls. Corporations call the shots while nailing each other through covert operatives in cutthroat competition. Flesh and machines have merged — mercs and maniacs with smartguns and impossibly fast reflexes, deckers who can plug his own brain into the worldwide computer network, riggers who links his mind to his vehicle and takes hairpin turns at
In this world you're human, you're troll, you're dwarf, you're elf. You throw fireballs, pull out your trusty Uzi and slice through computer security with a program as elegant and deadly as a stiletto. No matter what, you get the job done.
In this world you're a part of this wired world, where corporate skyscrapers glitter over the dark shadows they cast. You live in those shadows. You don't just survive in the shadows
- you thrive there … for now.- a street operative.
You are a SHADOWRUNNER
You're a SHADOWRUNNER — a professional.
In this world…
You're a SHADOWRUNNER -- a frakin' deniable asset.
A corporate pawn-using bleeding-edge science and magic to make your meat body and squishy mind better-than-flesh.
Stay on the edge, and you may survive another run on the mean sprawl streets.
You ARE a SHADOWRUNNER —
Watch your back.
And never, EVER, cut a deal with a dragon.
'Cause in da end Chummer,
the D is always in DET with a RIOT ta follow.