SibirPunk - English edition [DEMO]
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NEOSIBIRSK
The city that never sleeps. Built in the middle of nowhere. Clad in ice and covered with dirty snow in winter¸ heated like an oven and bedecked in smog during the short summer. Encircled by a thick ring of factories an chemical plants. Filled up to the brim with closely-packed concrete boxes of residential high-rises. Adorned with towers of steel and glass¸ ones far beyond the reach of the common lowlife folk¸ where a mere fraction of the city's populace live and work¸ holding and iron grip over the lion's share of both resources¸ wealth and power.
We are in the very frozen heart of Siberia¸ six and a half hours' flight and five time zones East of any place you might be reading this... And where you are exactly does not matter¸ frankly¸ as fifty years hence the state borders are closed shut to any traffic and information deemed unwelcome in view of the detrimental effect they might possibly have upon the Federation's citizen's peace of mind and integrity of views.
Welcome to Neosibirsk the city of streets open wide to cars stuck in the ever-present traffic jams¸ trolleybuses and trams of urban transportation packed tight with cramped commuters¸ as well as tunnels of the subway system etching their maze like a giant ant-hill underneath the desolation of the megalopolis.
It is here¸ among the decrepit alleyways and obscure backyards¸ that the adventure begins.It is from here that yet another team of a Brigade is going to set out tonight¸ by means of a spring knife¸ hockey stick¸ pyroknuckles and a worn-out¸ but still usable pistol carving their place in the better-off world. Finally¸ after so many years of clenching their teeth¸ bowing and scraping to the totalitarian dictatorship of the only regime they ever knew¸ ready to say: that's enough! Our time is now.
Oligarchs and gang bosses¸ Militsiya colonels and FSB secret service agents¸ the rich on the rise and the self-proclaimed celebrities on the fall¸ the privileged and the established they all think you the trash that you surely look. But today¸ tonight¸ you are about to prove them wrong. To show them that stray dogs may not be the beauty pageant winners¸ but yet live longer and more than any pedigree purebred ever could imagine.
Welcome to the world of SibirPunk RPG the dynamic¸ banditry and crime-ridden role-playing game telling the stories of heroes born straight out on the city streets the heroes no-one's asked for¸ but whom we've all long deserved.
Once more¸ welcome to Neosibirsk: this city is yours¸ mine... ours.
HEAR THE CALL OF THE STREETS
NEOSIBIRSK
The city that never sleeps. Built in the middle of nowhere. Clad in ice and covered with dirty snow in winter¸ heated like an oven and bedecked in smog during the short summer. Encircled by a thick ring of factories an chemical plants. Filled up to the brim with closely-packed concrete boxes of residential high-rises. Adorned with towers of steel and glass¸ ones far beyond the reach of the common lowlife folk¸ where a mere fraction of the city's populace live and work¸ holding and iron grip over the lion's share of both resources¸ wealth and power.
We are in the very frozen heart of Siberia¸ six and a half hours' flight and five time zones East of any place you might be reading this... And where you are exactly does not matter¸ frankly¸ as fifty years hence the state borders are closed shut to any traffic and information deemed unwelcome in view of the detrimental effect they might possibly have upon the Federation's citizen's peace of mind and integrity of views.
Welcome to Neosibirsk - the city of streets open wide to cars stuck in the ever-present traffic jams¸ trolleybuses and trams of urban transportation packed tight with cramped commuters¸ as well as tunnels of the subway system etching their maze like a giant ant-hill underneath the desolation of the megalopolis.
It is here¸ among the decrepit alleyways and obscure backyards¸ that the adventure begins.It is from here that yet another team of a Brigade is going to set out tonight¸ by means of a spring knife¸ hockey stick¸ pyroknuckles and a worn-out¸ but still usable pistol carving their place in the better-off world. Finally¸ after so many years of clenching their teeth¸ bowing and scraping to the totalitarian dictatorship of the only regime they ever knew¸ ready to say: that's enough! Our time is now.
Oligarchs and gang bosses¸ Militsiya colonels and FSB secret service agents¸ the rich on the rise and the self-proclaimed celebrities on the fall¸ the privileged and the established - they all think you the trash that you surely look. But today¸ tonight¸ you are about to prove them wrong. To show them that stray dogs may not be the beauty pageant winners¸ but yet live longer and more than any pedigree purebred ever could imagine.
Welcome to the world of SibirPunk RPG - the dynamic¸ banditry and crime-ridden role-playing game telling the stories of heroes born straight out on the city streets - the heroes no-one's asked for¸ but whom we've all long deserved.
Once more¸ welcome to Neosibirsk: this city is yours¸ mine... ours.
HEAR THE CALL OF THE STREETS