Kill'o'Gram

Kill'o'Gram
Date 2086-11-18 GM Breeze Location Seattle, Auburn Status Threat Level: High
Factions Involved
ShadowHaven	Influenced Cutters
Chance Prince Colcannon Wraith	A lot of lower level mooks of varying metatypes
Casualties and losses
Colcannon was knocked unconscious and Prince took a nasty barrage of machine gun fire, but otherwise no permanent injuries were suffered	6 of the ten were killed, with 4 trapped for some time during extraction of the target.

Summary

Obsession in the name of passion is too often glamorized, romanticized, until one finds their loved ones rotted, heaving, gasping for that spark of the past to take them over once again just to feel something as they brush. The troughs of depression, the disappointment that comes from failure upon failure, the need to live up to the expectations put forth by those who put their faith in you and your own feelings on your talent, are all little pylons of rebar to hold together the wall that separates us from the warmth and safety we need from those in our lives. And all that...because we believe in something. We believe we want something, and we pursue it. With love and passion and care that belonged to the people in our lives. And in that pursuit, we run to our deaths.

Background

Gram is a lower level fixer in charge of his own little smuggling ring over in Puyallup city, focused on supplying gangs and random street toughs with the stims and weapons and vehicles needed while keeping what he needs for neighborhood watches. Part of that small little circle requires a matrix operative to handle logistics, help fool sensors, and overall wreak havoc on the people who want to interfere with operations. This girl's handle was Hoodwinked, and she seems like your typical decker type. Loved to paint and to stick it to corporates and corporate types, pretty normal as far as shadow operatives worked.

It was that painting that nearly killed her.

Work sucks. Art was an escape from that. But things don't always work out. Projects fall flat. Things get in the way of passions. And everything boils up, and you want to huddle into the corner of your room and cry and scream and when you get to the painting and your art and your love you just get frustrated because nothing works and you hate everything about it and you JUST WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING WORTHWHILE FOR ONCE.

This...passion, this dissatisfaction, attracted what would be her salvation and demise: A pair of shadow spirits, a muse and a shade, who fed her creative love and her anxieties and frustrations. Every feeling she had been going through had been magnified tenfold, and that was leading to massive problems. For her. Not for the two, who were delighting in the painful karma she was generating for them. It was splendid, because she so willingly burned her candle at both ends. However, that meddlesome Gram started getting worried, along with other clients who were working with her prior that she still focused on. And that wouldn't do.

Influence is potent. Cutters are large, and pervasive. No one would question their presence. Get a group of them, keep them docile, feed on them when they stop being useful or start fighting too much, and they make a good security detail. Take a safehouse of theirs, bring your new little karmic chew toy to that place so she's isolated from work and support, and keep eating away until they're gone. All of them. Maybe after this girl is rotted away and as worthless outside as she feels inside, you can bring someone else here. A nest. A lovely, despicable nest.

Gram needed to get Hoodwinked back. It had been days at this point. It didn't matter how. He was going to make whoever was responsible pay.

Game Quotes

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