Hellraiser
Arcane
Fucking plural forms.
EDIT: Fuck you, mujahedin is one of the accepted transliterations from raghead
They just should have adopted the fucking Latin script, even the turks were smart enough to understand the superiority of it.
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Europareich 2057 - A Cyberpunk CYOA
- Thread starter Hellraiser
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Fucking plural forms.
EDIT: Fuck you, mujahedin is one of the accepted transliterations from raghead
They just should have adopted the fucking Latin script, even the turks were smart enough to understand the superiority of it.
ironyuri
Guest
now write the fucking update and stop teasing my dick
laclongquan
Arcane
I totally could go behind this.
Although, my choice of tranny 9 is the very avatar of Codex.
ironyuri
Guest
I totally could go behind this.
Although, my choice of tranny 9 is the very avatar of Codex.
b-b-b-but....that is a tranny... isn't it?
:O
laclongquan
Arcane
Why on earth would I go behind a Jolie tranny? That make no sense.
Anyway to be more clear, this is number 6 in a different setting
(I rely on Codex shop skill to put an eyepatch on her, please)
Anyway to be more clear, this is number 6 in a different setting
(I rely on Codex shop skill to put an eyepatch on her, please)
No womyn in the glorious Kaiserreichsheer
Why on earth would I go behind a Jolie tranny? That make no sense.
Anyway to be more clear, this is number 6 in a different setting
(I rely on Codex shop skill to put an eyepatch on her, please)
Poll lacks Spy working for Glorious EuroKeiserReich, this would fit it well especially since Codex can't into Grimdark and we'll end up soon fucked anyway... in very not tasteful way.
Nazis really were snazzy dressers.
Hellraiser
Arcane
Norwegian tranny female it is then, won by 8 (or 9) votes compared to 6 votes for a male. Expect an update by the end of the day potato time.
Mein gott, the ze tranny option won von?! Oh well vell...
Nice, so lets get fucking started goddammit.
Esquilax
Arcane
- Joined
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Playing as a woman might be interesting, given that she's spent a lot of her time fighting against fanatics who probably have a less-than-enlightened view of the fairer sex. Being a female military officer probably means she had to work really fucking hard and be twice as ruthless/dedicated to get the respect of the men working under her.
We always pick a male PC in these CYOA's, so let's give the ladies a shot. For the record, I suppose I would have preferred a guy because those Nazi uniforms are stylish as hell and
, but a change of pace might be nice as well. I just hope that Hellraiser can write a decent female character. Something like this:
Goddammit. I missed the opportunity to make the first Ilsa, She-wolf of the SS reference.
Playing as a woman might be interesting, given that she's spent a lot of her time fighting against fanatics who probably have a less-than-enlightened view of the fairer sex. Being a female military officer probably means she had to work really fucking hard and be twice as ruthless/dedicated to get the respect of the men working under her.
We always pick a male PC in these CYOA's, so let's give the ladies a shot. For the record, I suppose I would have preferred a guy because those Nazi uniforms are stylish as hell and
So, lets get it on bitches.
Hellraiser
Arcane
Chapter I
The TV screen comes to life replacing the dark black void of an inactive screen with a 3D image of the HJ World News stream. Two news anchors babble about the usual nonsense, there is some celebrity gossip, entertaining trivia and the typical totally-not-hidden-advertisement news story about some random minor corp. An endless torrent of useless nonsense, all of it irrelevant.
Bored you play around with your smartphone, that no-good sister of yours still hasn’t called you from France. Then something happens, the screen flickers with a sensationalist “Breaking News” announcement graphic, bombarding you with a pattern of colors and shapes the subliminal messaging experts deemed as optimal.
Masked figures dressed in black uniforms with cheap assault rifles in their arms stand in front of the camera, a crudely-sewn green flag with a golden bird and some Arabic text hangs on the wall behind them. They start speaking a foreign language, probably Arabic. One of the news anchors starts explaining.
“What you are seeing now on your screens comes from the news stream of Al-Andalus News, these images are going live as we speak.“ The news anchor says as the images are shown.
Another anonymously streamed manifesto that news stream from England is so fond of proxying for terrorists you think.
“We’re not sure what they’re saying yet. All that we do know for now is that this is coming from a new previously unheard of organization, they are calling themselves the Shaheen Brigades of France.”
Another attack in France? This is the third this month or so, it has been like that for over half of a year now. To think Elise insists she wants to stay there as copy-cats of the British mujahedin get bolder and bolder every day. She keeps joking that her boyfriend will protect her from any terrorists, downplaying the rising number of attack, claiming she’s safe as they’re only happening in large cities.
The terrorists drag a bunch of people with bags on their head before the camera. They start saying something in their language again.
“They’re saying,” the anchor explains, “that they found and caught these women during this week all across France. According to them they are whores, showing their faces to every man in the world.”
The terrorist spokesman grabs one of the women, he drags her in front of the camera. Someone in the studio starts translating his every word in real time.
“As mujahedin we have one duty.” The terrorist spokesman says as he takes off the bag from the woman’s head. You look at the screen in shock upon realizing that the woman *is* Elise. In terror you watch, as a frightened and covered in tears three dimensional image of her face with guns pointed at it is streamed live to the world.
“Our duty is to fight the sin and evil of the west, whores like this represent that evil!” He says as he grabs a long blade from somewhere off-camera.
“There is only one course of action, to slay this evil!” He continues as the sharp edge of his machete glimmers in the light. “Allahu Akbar!”
He grabs her head and starts cutting it off as she screams in horror. You cover your eyes and weep in sorrow.
*
Once again you suddenly wake up shaking, your sleep disturbed by the same horrid dream. Engraved in your mind is that very moment when you saw her alive for the very last time. It relentlessly haunts you for years, but at least it makes you remember.
The prosthetic arm’s servos whirl as you wipe the sweat from your forehead with its cold synthetic surface. You find its chill soothing, it reminds you that the day when you saw your sister Elise murdered by fanatics is in the past. Today is different, you are different. Not only because of the arm but because of your duties and service to the Neues Europa Ordnung, a service which helps in ensuring that nobody else in Europe has to face the nightmare you have faced.
Surprisingly the nightmare woke you up only twelve minutes before the alarm clock in your smartphone would have, the timing couldn’t have been any more convenient. At least it saved you from staying up awake until morning, unable to sleep due to thinking about it. You get up, clean yourself and put on your uniform before heading out to meet your squad.
A strong cold wind blows from the north, howling like mad all across the Barracks in Sankt Albrecht. Nine men and women stand in a line not showing even a slightest sign implying they feel its chill. All of them from different parts of Europe and all of them are saluting you. This is the third time you have seen them, this being your third day in Danzig and the TSZ after all. You barely know these soldiers because your promotion to Feldwebel is a recent event as well. Just like you barely know the Tri-Stadt Spezial Zone itself.
“At ease soldiers.”
They listen and stop saluting.
“Do any of you remember what we were supposed to do today?” You ask them curious to see if they paid attention to what you told them yesterday and the day before that.
“We are supposed to follow orders and execute them with absolute perfection as is demanded from all Europareich soldiers Frau Feldwebel!” One of them, a Gefreiter named Henri Beauvais, answers.
“Is that so Gefreiter Beauvais? Tell me, why do we have to do that?”
“To ensure the prosperity and security of Europe and true Europeans Frau Feldwebel!” He shouts with confidence, you like his attitude.
“Good answer Gefreiter, all of you remember that, we serve for the benefit of all. We make sacrifices of blood, sweat and tears so that others don’t. This is a duty and not a pleasure cruise even if we are not stationed directly on the frontline. Do you understand?”
“Yes Frau Feldwebel!” They shout in unison.
“Good, in that case you are ready for a jog, with full equipment on obviously. It is only about 10 klicks to the Danzig Stadtmitte, that’s 20 klicks total. Should take you lot the better part of the day.”
The squad seems to hide its enthusiasm regarding the journey, that is if they have any.
“Well soldiers, it could have been worse. I could have challenged you all to an arm wrestling competition.”
They burst out in laughter simultaneously.
“That’s the spirit! Now get moving!”
You move out along with them. Most of them never saw any combat, apart from Unteroffizier Paul Muller that is. Your job is to make a proper squad out of them. The question remains how, having them jog around with full gear isn’t going to make them ready for any tactical engagement.
One idea you had was to take half of the platoon out on patrol tomorrow night while the other half cleans their rifles under the Unteroffizier’s eye. After all as part of a special administrative district of the Europareich Danzig needs to be patrolled by the military as does the rest of the TSZ.
You talked to some of the other officers around, asking if you could have your soldiers do patrol duty for one of the squads under their command tomorrow. Most of them seem willing to go with that idea, the question remains where will you go? You don’t know the city after all. Sure you won’t get lost as you still have your military link and display implant to help you get around, but unfamiliarity can be dangerous.
Feldwebel Gustaw Skorzeny, a Danziger himself surprisingly, was supposed to patrol Heibuden on the Port Island. While the Port itself is relatively quiet Heibuden has a very bad reputation. The refugee camp that is located there, filled to the brim with all the Russians fleeing from their war-ravaged homeland certainly doesn’t help. He told you that sane people avoid that part of the city.
Oberfeldwebel Manfred Gotenhafen was very eager to let you go on patrol to Oliva instead of him. You are unsure as to why he was so eager. That district is similar to Langfur, a maze of corporate offices only not as tall as Langfur’s. Which clearly shows that it’s the place for second-rate corporations, where as Langfur is where the megacorps reside apart from the Zentrum in Gdingen. The worst trouble one could run into there would be a bunch of drunk students from the local University.
Oberfeldwebel’s Pauline Thomerson’s squad is assigned to patrol Saspe. That part of the city is a relic from the Polish Peoples Republic, a decaying monument to the communist concept of urban planning. As it is close to Langfuhr its cheap apartments tend to house aspiring low-rank corp slaves, students and a criminal underworld although one not as vile and vicious as that in Heibuden.
Alternatively you could just drill them or yell at them while they fail to make perfect shots at the firing range.
Your squad needs a proper task to do tommorow, you will…
A)…patrol Heibuden on the Port Island.
B)…patrol Oliva.
C)…patrol Saspe.
D)…stay at the base, have the squad train shooting.
E)…stay at the base, drill the squad until they march like clockwork.
The character sheet will be posted in the next post.
The TV screen comes to life replacing the dark black void of an inactive screen with a 3D image of the HJ World News stream. Two news anchors babble about the usual nonsense, there is some celebrity gossip, entertaining trivia and the typical totally-not-hidden-advertisement news story about some random minor corp. An endless torrent of useless nonsense, all of it irrelevant.
Bored you play around with your smartphone, that no-good sister of yours still hasn’t called you from France. Then something happens, the screen flickers with a sensationalist “Breaking News” announcement graphic, bombarding you with a pattern of colors and shapes the subliminal messaging experts deemed as optimal.
Masked figures dressed in black uniforms with cheap assault rifles in their arms stand in front of the camera, a crudely-sewn green flag with a golden bird and some Arabic text hangs on the wall behind them. They start speaking a foreign language, probably Arabic. One of the news anchors starts explaining.
“What you are seeing now on your screens comes from the news stream of Al-Andalus News, these images are going live as we speak.“ The news anchor says as the images are shown.
Another anonymously streamed manifesto that news stream from England is so fond of proxying for terrorists you think.
“We’re not sure what they’re saying yet. All that we do know for now is that this is coming from a new previously unheard of organization, they are calling themselves the Shaheen Brigades of France.”
Another attack in France? This is the third this month or so, it has been like that for over half of a year now. To think Elise insists she wants to stay there as copy-cats of the British mujahedin get bolder and bolder every day. She keeps joking that her boyfriend will protect her from any terrorists, downplaying the rising number of attack, claiming she’s safe as they’re only happening in large cities.
The terrorists drag a bunch of people with bags on their head before the camera. They start saying something in their language again.
“They’re saying,” the anchor explains, “that they found and caught these women during this week all across France. According to them they are whores, showing their faces to every man in the world.”
The terrorist spokesman grabs one of the women, he drags her in front of the camera. Someone in the studio starts translating his every word in real time.
“As mujahedin we have one duty.” The terrorist spokesman says as he takes off the bag from the woman’s head. You look at the screen in shock upon realizing that the woman *is* Elise. In terror you watch, as a frightened and covered in tears three dimensional image of her face with guns pointed at it is streamed live to the world.
“Our duty is to fight the sin and evil of the west, whores like this represent that evil!” He says as he grabs a long blade from somewhere off-camera.
“There is only one course of action, to slay this evil!” He continues as the sharp edge of his machete glimmers in the light. “Allahu Akbar!”
He grabs her head and starts cutting it off as she screams in horror. You cover your eyes and weep in sorrow.
*
Once again you suddenly wake up shaking, your sleep disturbed by the same horrid dream. Engraved in your mind is that very moment when you saw her alive for the very last time. It relentlessly haunts you for years, but at least it makes you remember.
The prosthetic arm’s servos whirl as you wipe the sweat from your forehead with its cold synthetic surface. You find its chill soothing, it reminds you that the day when you saw your sister Elise murdered by fanatics is in the past. Today is different, you are different. Not only because of the arm but because of your duties and service to the Neues Europa Ordnung, a service which helps in ensuring that nobody else in Europe has to face the nightmare you have faced.
Surprisingly the nightmare woke you up only twelve minutes before the alarm clock in your smartphone would have, the timing couldn’t have been any more convenient. At least it saved you from staying up awake until morning, unable to sleep due to thinking about it. You get up, clean yourself and put on your uniform before heading out to meet your squad.
A strong cold wind blows from the north, howling like mad all across the Barracks in Sankt Albrecht. Nine men and women stand in a line not showing even a slightest sign implying they feel its chill. All of them from different parts of Europe and all of them are saluting you. This is the third time you have seen them, this being your third day in Danzig and the TSZ after all. You barely know these soldiers because your promotion to Feldwebel is a recent event as well. Just like you barely know the Tri-Stadt Spezial Zone itself.
“At ease soldiers.”
They listen and stop saluting.
“Do any of you remember what we were supposed to do today?” You ask them curious to see if they paid attention to what you told them yesterday and the day before that.
“We are supposed to follow orders and execute them with absolute perfection as is demanded from all Europareich soldiers Frau Feldwebel!” One of them, a Gefreiter named Henri Beauvais, answers.
“Is that so Gefreiter Beauvais? Tell me, why do we have to do that?”
“To ensure the prosperity and security of Europe and true Europeans Frau Feldwebel!” He shouts with confidence, you like his attitude.
“Good answer Gefreiter, all of you remember that, we serve for the benefit of all. We make sacrifices of blood, sweat and tears so that others don’t. This is a duty and not a pleasure cruise even if we are not stationed directly on the frontline. Do you understand?”
“Yes Frau Feldwebel!” They shout in unison.
“Good, in that case you are ready for a jog, with full equipment on obviously. It is only about 10 klicks to the Danzig Stadtmitte, that’s 20 klicks total. Should take you lot the better part of the day.”
The squad seems to hide its enthusiasm regarding the journey, that is if they have any.
“Well soldiers, it could have been worse. I could have challenged you all to an arm wrestling competition.”
They burst out in laughter simultaneously.
“That’s the spirit! Now get moving!”
You move out along with them. Most of them never saw any combat, apart from Unteroffizier Paul Muller that is. Your job is to make a proper squad out of them. The question remains how, having them jog around with full gear isn’t going to make them ready for any tactical engagement.
One idea you had was to take half of the platoon out on patrol tomorrow night while the other half cleans their rifles under the Unteroffizier’s eye. After all as part of a special administrative district of the Europareich Danzig needs to be patrolled by the military as does the rest of the TSZ.
You talked to some of the other officers around, asking if you could have your soldiers do patrol duty for one of the squads under their command tomorrow. Most of them seem willing to go with that idea, the question remains where will you go? You don’t know the city after all. Sure you won’t get lost as you still have your military link and display implant to help you get around, but unfamiliarity can be dangerous.
Feldwebel Gustaw Skorzeny, a Danziger himself surprisingly, was supposed to patrol Heibuden on the Port Island. While the Port itself is relatively quiet Heibuden has a very bad reputation. The refugee camp that is located there, filled to the brim with all the Russians fleeing from their war-ravaged homeland certainly doesn’t help. He told you that sane people avoid that part of the city.
Oberfeldwebel Manfred Gotenhafen was very eager to let you go on patrol to Oliva instead of him. You are unsure as to why he was so eager. That district is similar to Langfur, a maze of corporate offices only not as tall as Langfur’s. Which clearly shows that it’s the place for second-rate corporations, where as Langfur is where the megacorps reside apart from the Zentrum in Gdingen. The worst trouble one could run into there would be a bunch of drunk students from the local University.
Oberfeldwebel’s Pauline Thomerson’s squad is assigned to patrol Saspe. That part of the city is a relic from the Polish Peoples Republic, a decaying monument to the communist concept of urban planning. As it is close to Langfuhr its cheap apartments tend to house aspiring low-rank corp slaves, students and a criminal underworld although one not as vile and vicious as that in Heibuden.
Alternatively you could just drill them or yell at them while they fail to make perfect shots at the firing range.
Your squad needs a proper task to do tommorow, you will…
A)…patrol Heibuden on the Port Island.
B)…patrol Oliva.
C)…patrol Saspe.
D)…stay at the base, have the squad train shooting.
E)…stay at the base, drill the squad until they march like clockwork.
The character sheet will be posted in the next post.
Voting Zee (C 
).
).
Hellraiser
Arcane
Character Sheet
Ida Westgard, Europareich Bundeswehr Feldwebel
Fate points: 1
Implants: ArmStrong cybernetic right arm with 9mm automatic gun module, Optical Display Implant, Military Netlink Implant
Skills:
Marksmanship 4/5
Close-quarters Combat 4/5
Explosives 3/5
Medicine 2/5
Lockpick 0/5
Electronics 1/5
Mechanics 2/5
Hacking 0/5
Stealth 2/5
Bluff 2/5
Traits:
Manager – you know how to organize things so that they work efficiently, more or less.
Fledgling Commander – you have limited experience in commanding people and making them do as you want. Convincing some to follow orders may be hard if you go about it the wrong way.
Ambitious – you seek to overcome the toughest challenges, sometimes however you may pick challenges that are far too much for your abilities.
Traumatized – some memories, of things seen during combat and not only then, haunt you this very day. This motivates you to prevent similar situations from happening, sometimes to your own detriment.
Slightly Transhuman – your cybernetics aren’t immediately noticeable but anyone spending more than a minute in your company should notice them.
Veteran of the French Islamic revolution – you have considerable experience in fighting jihadist guerrillas which should help you fight groups using similar tactics. You know how to keep calm under enemy fire.
Scarred – you have a noticeable scar just under your left ear, the odds of you getting flooded with requests to tell the story behind it at a social gathering are very high.
I’ll make a map of the TSZ and Europe A.D. 2057 in the near future.
Ida Westgard, Europareich Bundeswehr Feldwebel
Fate points: 1
Implants: ArmStrong cybernetic right arm with 9mm automatic gun module, Optical Display Implant, Military Netlink Implant
Skills:
Marksmanship 4/5
Close-quarters Combat 4/5
Explosives 3/5
Medicine 2/5
Lockpick 0/5
Electronics 1/5
Mechanics 2/5
Hacking 0/5
Stealth 2/5
Bluff 2/5
Traits:
Manager – you know how to organize things so that they work efficiently, more or less.
Fledgling Commander – you have limited experience in commanding people and making them do as you want. Convincing some to follow orders may be hard if you go about it the wrong way.
Ambitious – you seek to overcome the toughest challenges, sometimes however you may pick challenges that are far too much for your abilities.
Traumatized – some memories, of things seen during combat and not only then, haunt you this very day. This motivates you to prevent similar situations from happening, sometimes to your own detriment.
Slightly Transhuman – your cybernetics aren’t immediately noticeable but anyone spending more than a minute in your company should notice them.
Veteran of the French Islamic revolution – you have considerable experience in fighting jihadist guerrillas which should help you fight groups using similar tactics. You know how to keep calm under enemy fire.
Scarred – you have a noticeable scar just under your left ear, the odds of you getting flooded with requests to tell the story behind it at a social gathering are very high.
I’ll make a map of the TSZ and Europe A.D. 2057 in the near future.
Esquilax
Arcane
- Joined
- Dec 7, 2010
- Messages
- 4,833
OK, well, what's our mission, first of all?
Our job is to make sure that there aren't any Russians causing problems for theFuhrer Chancellor. Seems to me that the bulk of the problems that Ida is going to face are going to be from the area of Heibuden, on account of all the refugees. It would be easy for a spy to blend in there given that even our patrols don't want to go there.
While we should investigate the place once our recruits are blooded, right now they're completely green. They'll get slaughtered in their current state. In fact, all they've done is marching and jogging, they haven't really picked up any skills yet. So based on that, I think we should teach them how to shoot first, then go patrolling somewhere tomorrow.
Teaching them skills will be useful no matter where we go. It'll also allow us to bond with our new bros and start getting more comfortable with command. This is a good first move.
D
Edit: Hellraiser, I think you made a mistake here:
The word that you probably meant was shaheed, not shaheen. Shaheed is the Arabic word for "martyr", which would make much more sense.
Our job is to make sure that there aren't any Russians causing problems for the
While we should investigate the place once our recruits are blooded, right now they're completely green. They'll get slaughtered in their current state. In fact, all they've done is marching and jogging, they haven't really picked up any skills yet. So based on that, I think we should teach them how to shoot first, then go patrolling somewhere tomorrow.
Teaching them skills will be useful no matter where we go. It'll also allow us to bond with our new bros and start getting more comfortable with command. This is a good first move.
D
Edit: Hellraiser, I think you made a mistake here:
The word that you probably meant was shaheed, not shaheen. Shaheed is the Arabic word for "martyr", which would make much more sense.
A says I
A says I
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