Post by Witcher Wolf on Jan 20, 2005 8:46:57 GMT -5
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Some people will be familiar with my Whisper City project, most noteably Libby and JenGe. Whisper City has been through several iterations and ideas from the original concept way way back years ago.
It was obtained by Dark Quest Games a few years ago to be made into an alternative cyberpunk 'gothic' future horror setting for the D&D system.
Since the advent of Mongoose Publishing's OGL Cybernet and the kick-start of the Cybergenre again by one of our writers (Lydia) I have been drawn to the idea of producing more material on Whisper.
The original material mostly has been canned and several characters have been redesigned due to that. What follows is a brief overview as related by one of the new Canon characters in the setting.
Donovan White
Mr. White is an expert at supernatural consultations and an adept 'mage net' hacker, he's taken some time out of his busy schedule to run a filler explaining just what is Whisper City.
Of course there are some secrets best left unsaid.
Whisper City
There’s a slick-shot killer running the show out there, someone you don’t want to mess with, someone you don’t want to step on the wrong side of. He’s been kicking around since people crawled out of their mud-holes and learned to walk, built the Pyramids and put wings on steel cigars.
His home’s the night. He likes the shadows and he loves the power, he’s the big-bad of all things earthly and delightful. On one hand he can set you up with a nice condo and a good job and on the other he can take it off you just with a click of his fingers.
He’s magnanimous and generous to a point but he really has only one reason to invite you to dinner, you’re on the menu – you and your friends. But hey, most people don’t know that side of life in this city – I do. I’ve stalked the alleys and the back end of beyond in Whisper City for a good while now.
Who am I?
That’s the real question I think we’ve been put on this earth to answer. But to be honest to answer that question, you have to dig a lot deeper than a wallet and a PIN.
The big quake wasn’t a pretty sight to see and it took the world by a wicked kind of storm. One moment things were a-ok out there in happy-land, the next people were screaming, dying and buildings were falling like a house of cards.
It hit in the latter part of the twenty first century and plunged the planet into global chaos, stock markets didn’t just crash…they crashed and burned for real. Factions that had been fighting for control of an arid spit of land just upped and died mostly, those were the lucky ones.
Governments lost control and their power plays were nothing compared to the big corporations. These were the giants of industry and the new bully’s in the playground. By the time that the US, Britain and the rest of the world rulers pulled up their pants they were given a corporate wedgie that ripped everything they knew apart.
The next few hundred years was like the blink of an eye. Now you might be asking yourself the same question I’d be asking if I were you. What the hell is this guy talking about?
Good question. You want to know the score in this city; you have to know the history right? Now you could say that I am living proof that some people were born different. There have always been two of us, me and him. But I’ll get to that point a lot later on when I’ve sunk a few more glasses of vodka.
Old father time had his running boots on and from the ashes of the old grew the neon nightmares of the new. With the big corps running things and calling the shots there wasn’t a rebuilt metropolis on this rock that didn’t have some kind of god-awful garish brain-frying billboard throwing out the next inevitable step in human evolution.
Throw into the mix a bunch of self aware AI and light-fast keyboard jockeys that could surf the mage-net using a combination of tech and magic. Oh. I said magic right, that’s not the Penn and Teller kind of magic, we’re talking the fire in your face kind of magic, magic that you know and believe doesn’t exist.
I bet there’s a bunch of you wondering what happened in that respect. Well, to cut a long story short – there’s magic and it works. There wasn’t that easy?
Ok. Maybe that was me short-changing you for a moment. I should put some more detail into my explanation right? You asked for it. The big quake wasn’t caused by some stupid geological shift in the tectonics of the planet, as much as your local corporation would like you to believe.
It was something else entirely. Someone played around with things they shouldn’t and well the lines between here and there were broken. Here being the earth and there being well, hell if you want to call it that.
So the next thing we know the heads of these big corporations were also the big nasty soul-taking sharp-suit wearing demon-kind. Don’t look at me like that, you wanted to know the score – I can’t help it if it sounds like some kind of bad sci-fi horror novel.
So you have demons running the big businesses and calling the shots, vampires stalking the night. I did mention about vampires right? Only we call them nightcrawlers because it’s a lot less clichéd than vampire and well vampire kind of brings to mind long capes and burning in sunlight. We don’t do that – that’s TV, film, books and holo-shows for you.
The mythology of my kind is a pretty fragged up affair if you ask me. There’s so much bullshit about what we are, were we came from that now – none of us, even the old ones like me actually know or care.
We’re not angsty gothy Stoker-types (except those of us that can’t escape the land of Lala) and we don’t live in big castles or sleep in coffins. We’re a lot like you actually, except for the biting and the feeding of course, but you get used to that after a while.
You know you really want to be us, that’s why there’s so many of you out there parading around with pan-stick white and kohl around your eyes. You have the love for the so-called vampire myth and contrary to popular belief we don’t actually ‘infect’ anyone.
If you’re born a nightcrawler that’s exactly what you are. It’s not a disease, we’re not the living dead and we didn’t just pop out of no-where. These are questions that you like to ask, we just get on down with the whole ‘children of the night’ gig and don’t give a rat’s ass.
Some people might call it a genetic mutation or a quirk of some great being’s design and plan; we just tend to call it the truth. I never really tried to dig that deep to be honest because I like a little mystery in my life and I get a kick out of living for a long damn time.
Most of the time we go unnoticed because even in these enlightened days; the core of humanity still bumbles around with its head up its ass. You can shine a big light from heaven down on the Earth and most of them will miss it, or claim it’s a refracted fragment of moonlight bouncing off the clouds.
God’s a hitman, heaven and hell have closed their doors and now well, the Devil runs a bar in downtown. The Celestial Bureaucracy monitors events with a critical eye and tries to keep a lid on the rising number of illegal immigrants from the other side, but they’re losing on that front as more and more bozos make the leap and end up on this rock.
Welcome to my future, because if there’s a dark heart beating at the core of 2060 it’s called: Whisper City and she’s a bitch.
Some people will be familiar with my Whisper City project, most noteably Libby and JenGe. Whisper City has been through several iterations and ideas from the original concept way way back years ago.
It was obtained by Dark Quest Games a few years ago to be made into an alternative cyberpunk 'gothic' future horror setting for the D&D system.
Since the advent of Mongoose Publishing's OGL Cybernet and the kick-start of the Cybergenre again by one of our writers (Lydia) I have been drawn to the idea of producing more material on Whisper.
The original material mostly has been canned and several characters have been redesigned due to that. What follows is a brief overview as related by one of the new Canon characters in the setting.
Donovan White
Mr. White is an expert at supernatural consultations and an adept 'mage net' hacker, he's taken some time out of his busy schedule to run a filler explaining just what is Whisper City.
Of course there are some secrets best left unsaid.
Whisper City
There’s a slick-shot killer running the show out there, someone you don’t want to mess with, someone you don’t want to step on the wrong side of. He’s been kicking around since people crawled out of their mud-holes and learned to walk, built the Pyramids and put wings on steel cigars.
His home’s the night. He likes the shadows and he loves the power, he’s the big-bad of all things earthly and delightful. On one hand he can set you up with a nice condo and a good job and on the other he can take it off you just with a click of his fingers.
He’s magnanimous and generous to a point but he really has only one reason to invite you to dinner, you’re on the menu – you and your friends. But hey, most people don’t know that side of life in this city – I do. I’ve stalked the alleys and the back end of beyond in Whisper City for a good while now.
Who am I?
That’s the real question I think we’ve been put on this earth to answer. But to be honest to answer that question, you have to dig a lot deeper than a wallet and a PIN.
The big quake wasn’t a pretty sight to see and it took the world by a wicked kind of storm. One moment things were a-ok out there in happy-land, the next people were screaming, dying and buildings were falling like a house of cards.
It hit in the latter part of the twenty first century and plunged the planet into global chaos, stock markets didn’t just crash…they crashed and burned for real. Factions that had been fighting for control of an arid spit of land just upped and died mostly, those were the lucky ones.
Governments lost control and their power plays were nothing compared to the big corporations. These were the giants of industry and the new bully’s in the playground. By the time that the US, Britain and the rest of the world rulers pulled up their pants they were given a corporate wedgie that ripped everything they knew apart.
The next few hundred years was like the blink of an eye. Now you might be asking yourself the same question I’d be asking if I were you. What the hell is this guy talking about?
Good question. You want to know the score in this city; you have to know the history right? Now you could say that I am living proof that some people were born different. There have always been two of us, me and him. But I’ll get to that point a lot later on when I’ve sunk a few more glasses of vodka.
Old father time had his running boots on and from the ashes of the old grew the neon nightmares of the new. With the big corps running things and calling the shots there wasn’t a rebuilt metropolis on this rock that didn’t have some kind of god-awful garish brain-frying billboard throwing out the next inevitable step in human evolution.
Throw into the mix a bunch of self aware AI and light-fast keyboard jockeys that could surf the mage-net using a combination of tech and magic. Oh. I said magic right, that’s not the Penn and Teller kind of magic, we’re talking the fire in your face kind of magic, magic that you know and believe doesn’t exist.
I bet there’s a bunch of you wondering what happened in that respect. Well, to cut a long story short – there’s magic and it works. There wasn’t that easy?
Ok. Maybe that was me short-changing you for a moment. I should put some more detail into my explanation right? You asked for it. The big quake wasn’t caused by some stupid geological shift in the tectonics of the planet, as much as your local corporation would like you to believe.
It was something else entirely. Someone played around with things they shouldn’t and well the lines between here and there were broken. Here being the earth and there being well, hell if you want to call it that.
So the next thing we know the heads of these big corporations were also the big nasty soul-taking sharp-suit wearing demon-kind. Don’t look at me like that, you wanted to know the score – I can’t help it if it sounds like some kind of bad sci-fi horror novel.
So you have demons running the big businesses and calling the shots, vampires stalking the night. I did mention about vampires right? Only we call them nightcrawlers because it’s a lot less clichéd than vampire and well vampire kind of brings to mind long capes and burning in sunlight. We don’t do that – that’s TV, film, books and holo-shows for you.
The mythology of my kind is a pretty fragged up affair if you ask me. There’s so much bullshit about what we are, were we came from that now – none of us, even the old ones like me actually know or care.
We’re not angsty gothy Stoker-types (except those of us that can’t escape the land of Lala) and we don’t live in big castles or sleep in coffins. We’re a lot like you actually, except for the biting and the feeding of course, but you get used to that after a while.
You know you really want to be us, that’s why there’s so many of you out there parading around with pan-stick white and kohl around your eyes. You have the love for the so-called vampire myth and contrary to popular belief we don’t actually ‘infect’ anyone.
If you’re born a nightcrawler that’s exactly what you are. It’s not a disease, we’re not the living dead and we didn’t just pop out of no-where. These are questions that you like to ask, we just get on down with the whole ‘children of the night’ gig and don’t give a rat’s ass.
Some people might call it a genetic mutation or a quirk of some great being’s design and plan; we just tend to call it the truth. I never really tried to dig that deep to be honest because I like a little mystery in my life and I get a kick out of living for a long damn time.
Most of the time we go unnoticed because even in these enlightened days; the core of humanity still bumbles around with its head up its ass. You can shine a big light from heaven down on the Earth and most of them will miss it, or claim it’s a refracted fragment of moonlight bouncing off the clouds.
God’s a hitman, heaven and hell have closed their doors and now well, the Devil runs a bar in downtown. The Celestial Bureaucracy monitors events with a critical eye and tries to keep a lid on the rising number of illegal immigrants from the other side, but they’re losing on that front as more and more bozos make the leap and end up on this rock.
Welcome to my future, because if there’s a dark heart beating at the core of 2060 it’s called: Whisper City and she’s a bitch.
