* starts Matrix Revolutions, but no edible yet *
The grid. A digital frontier. I tried to picture packets of information as they moved through the server.
Okay, so let's see, the PCs are getting sidetracked by a batch of stuff so the GM has the Oracle call and say they're needed in Oakland
while Neo's so Extremely Online he's stuck at the Orinda BART station potentially forever.
aw man who invited the 2nd Amendment nuts to the play party? NOT MY KINK MAN. Safeword! Safeword!
After much backflipping our heroes outfight the Billy Corgan gang and bust into the play party where the GM has given their Ventrue nemesis an accent Frencher and thicker than vichyssoise. Oh hey, there's that Nosferatu or possibly Bone Gnawer NPC again.