Mr. Soyimaya, your boss, was lost in the Jungles of Amonzonia. You are to rescue him. A Shadowrun in a new environment, the Jungle. No previous experience necessary.
Shurikion was cutting ice, cutting it well until a spectral hand clawed its way out of his deck and tried to frag him. He ran. He ran to tell his fixer. There was Magic in the Matrix.
Point, Counterpoint: It was just a job chummer. Work is work, right? Don’t get personal, just get paid. Mess around with corps—geeked and on page 1. A Shadowrun mystery.
A simple security job guarding a shipment of antique trinkets turns the Runners into amateur sleuths to save themsleves from corporate revenge. Characters provided for 8-10 players.
At your door you found a letter: 10:00 p.m. Club Discord 1024 El Castro, Tacoma. Tomorrow. Inside there was also a credstick for 5000 nuyen. Signed Lord Quietus, a major figure in the Mafia here.
Hoi chummers, you’ve been hired for some wet work. Your target: a heavily chromed trog. You know where he is, and at six-to-one odds it should be null perspiration. Hose it and your’re fragged.
The North Coast of South America is being taken over, using force and a hallucenogenic gas. All is in turnmoil. You must protect your corp. interests. You must eliminate the opposition. Have fun!
The year is 2026. You and your brothers are the famous group known as International Rescue. Can you defeat the plans of the Nefarious Hood and save the world at the same time?