u/Green-Fix-7226

hi im looking for 3 more peeps for this game. below is my discord contact and then the handout. if you would like to join please text me on discord at yourlocaldm1258.

Handout: The colors around the room were striking beneath the blacklight. The entire room looked like part of a grotesque painting. In some places, the paint had been thrown wildly, while in others it had been applied with delicate strokes from an immaculate brush. In the center of the room was the source of the paint: a body. It had been completely exsanguinated, and many cuts had been made to drain the blood into buckets. The body hung from the ceiling by its feet, and on the wall behind it were the words in giant lettering: “I’M ALWAYS WATCHING,” with an eye painted below it. The two investigators in the room took photos and notes when one of them finally spoke. “They’re going to want to hear this, you know… and they’re not going to be happy.” Both investigators looked at each other, and then the sound of a police siren was heard. They quietly packed their things and left the room as the police arrived.

hi I'm running a cyberpunk game on Sundays at 6pm CST and I'm looking for players. this game will be run on discord and roll20 and with some modified rules. below this will be the hand-out. if you find this interesting you can contact me on discord at yourlocaldm1258

HAND-OUT: An investigator sits in an empty and desolate conference room. His eyes slightly glow from his cyber eye. He looks at the other side at the woman wearing a sharp suit. “So begin again, how did we miss this ‘important detail’?” The investigator clears his throat. “Well… it seems you and your company had not only a mole, but a daemon placed in all the normal staff… This daemon is… unknown as of now, but we’re looking into it.” The room stays quiet for a moment, until the woman leans forward into the light. “We rather you don’t. We will have Militech take care of it.” As she slides an eddie chip across the table, the investigator takes the chip and pockets it. He proceeds to stand and walk out of the conference room. The door shuts, and then there’s a moment of silence. She slams her hands into the table, leaving a sizable dent, shouting profanity before stopping and taking a breath. A pair of eyes open in the darkness. Perfectly hidden, it quickly asks, “I’ll make the calls… Take yourself out.”