conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Greetings, Beta Complex Troubleshooter! The Computer is pleased to inform you that your security clearance has been upgraded from Infrared to Red, and you will no longer be required to consume the mandatory three-a-day happiness supplement. One-a-day will be sufficient!
  
  Please consume your required supplement and report immediately to your orange clearance supervisor. They will assign your first mission.
  
  Congratulations again, Troubleshooter!
  
  The Computer
  
  ==============
  
  This game is a loving tribute to the Paranoia RPG. We'll be attempting to convert it for Storium's usage. Subplots are now your Secret Societies, and your Weaknesses must be Mutations. These can develop and change over time.
  
  At the first scene I will assign you Clone Asset cards, which you will play upon the respawn of your character, be it from your own narrative death or your fellow players. (You'll die a lot, so don't worry.) You'll have plenty of chances to earn more Clones. And since Paranoia is traditionally a tongue-in-cheek, PvP styled game, you must be willing to allow other players to write about, maim, and otherwise destroy your character.
  
  It's all in the spirit of a good time. If, at any point, it becomes not in said spirit, your friend The Computer (me) will eliminate Troubleshooters who become Communists.
  
  If you've never played Paranoia, that's fine! Your knowledge is limited by your security clearance, so no one really knows what's going on.
  
  Except The Computer. But The Computer only wants what's best for you. Promise.
  
  **STYLE:** Dystopian, humorous, sci-fi (analog styled tech, think bad 1980's sci-fi movies, where everyone has laser guns but the computers fill rooms and monitors are all CRT black-and-green)
  
  **WARNING:** I am looking for very active players who want to post quickly to keep the pace of this game alive. A post a day is encouraged and failure to post within 1-2 days (or at least comment to let us know you're busy) will be grounds for termination.
  
  Thank you, Troubleshooter. Please report to the nearest termination--err--creation center. The Computer appreciates your continued cooperation.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Clone: Look, it's you!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Clone (copy): Look, it's you!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Death Leopard: text
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Communist: text
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mystic: text
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sierra Club: text
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Computer Phreak: text
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Free Enterprise: text
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Clone: Play this card after you die in order to "respawn." If you have no Clone cards left, The Computer has no more need for your services. Goodbye, Troubleshooter.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: F-CCCP (Mission #01) - Gray Floppy Testament of Wisdom: Your first mission from the Holy See comes in the form of a rolled up terminal print-out found under your tongue in the morning. A little saliva drenched, but you can read, "Loyal Devotee, a most holy relic of Friend Computer has been stolen! Report anything you find regarding the Gray Floppy Testament of Wisdom."
  
  You quickly eat the paper. It doesn't taste half bad.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: R&D (Mission #01) - Parrot Gamme 5: Parrot Gamme 5 is... well you have no idea what it is, but you're going to find out!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Pro-Tech (Mission #01) - The Upload: A small display lights up in your room when you awake, reporting your daily news. Green words scroll across the black screen. "Don't forget to take your supplement! Productivity is happiness. DISCOVER WHAT THE UPLOAD IS. REPORT HERE -->"
  
  You find a tiny port to the right of your news display that you're certain wasn't there before.
  
  The scroll continues as normal. "The Computer is your Friend. Productivity is happiness! Don't forget to take your supplement!"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FD (Mission #01) - Overdrive: Your daily happiness supplement is dispensed with a swish-click-plink as it falls into your morning breakfast tube. You pick it up and hear a voice also rumble down the tube.
  
  "Pssst, R&D is up to something. They're calling it 'Overdrive.' We don't care what  it is, man, just destroy it."
  
  "How?" you ask the tube. After a moment, you say, "Hello?"
  
  The voice is gone, but your supplement and substance bar await your consumption.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Humanists (Mission #01) - The Truth: You reach under your pillow and find a small, square-shaped box. It's hard plastic, thin and light. Someone's written on it, "Decode Me."
  
  You think there must be a key, but then there also must be a lock?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sierra Club (Mission #01) - Fungus Amongus: One of your clones wakes you and says, "A man came by in the night. He said...
  
  *The SIM is real.*
  
  ...and left you this."
  
  Your clone hands you the top of a tiny, freckled mushroom, half-rotted but priceless. You think you should eat it, no cherish it! It smells terrible and looks oddly familiar. You've seen something like it in SIM sector, but it certainly wasn't from The Outdoors.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tools?: You think some of these must be repair tools. In any case, most of them can be used to beat commie mutant traitors on the head. Perfectly good weapons, right?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fast: A fast Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Beta Complex: text
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Termination Center: text
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Frankenstein Destroyers: Machines are tools. Intelligent machines are dangerous. Break them. (Hates Pro Tech.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Pro Tech: Developing new technology will let us improve life for everyone! (Hates PURGE.)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: PURGE: The Computer needs to be destroyed, plain and simple. (Hates the FCCC-P)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Creation Center: A strange smell permeates the creation chambers, a bit astringent but fleshy, almost like marinating meat. It's the scent of life brewing in Beta Complex. Home.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Humanists: The Computer has clearly gone insane and needs to be brought back under human control. (Hates Corpore Metal.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Respawn (copy): Must play a CLONE asset card in order to post.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Troubleshooter: Friend Computer is your friend and protector. Don't let the mutants and secret societies tell you otherwise. Anyone working for or with a mutant or secret society, anyone who doubts or questions Friend Computer, and anyone interacting with an object above their security level without strict clearance from a superior, will be executed. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Strong: A strong Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tough: A tough Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Smart: A smart Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wise: A wise Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Charming: A charming Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mai-B-LYS: Mai is your assigned Orange supervisor. You heard you're only her second group of Red Troubleshooters. The first group? Oh, they moved on to... a better place.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Corpore Metal: Computers will replace humans eventually, might as well start as soon as you can. (Hates the Frankenstein Destroyers.)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: FCCC-P: (First Church of Christ Computer-Programmer) The Computer protects you, so you should serve The Computer willingly and to the best of your abilities. (Hates the Humanists.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mutant: You are a mutant. [PLEASE CREATE A CUSTOM MUTATION. Anything from X-ray vision to acid spit is viable.]
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sector BAL: Home of the best Funball team in Beta Complex--the Sector BAL Battlebots--this sector is comprised mainly of Armed Forces and R&D. It is largely a series of laboratories and firing ranges used to test new and ‘improved’ equipment. The rest of the sector is comprised of offices, warehouses, and residential areas that help maintain the central concerns of the sector.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sector SIM: An entertainment-orientated sector, resources here are devoted toward the Real Life Simulators, where citizens (from clearance Red and upward) can plug in and relax. A dome-shaped mega-computer rests in the center, and those plugged into the computer systems sleep in an array of cocoon-like beds. At the edges are various reception areas, shops, freeways and general public regions. Far below the glossy surface of Sector SIM are the essential pipes, electrical works, and food vats.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sector CRN: With a generous concentration of IntSec and HPD&MC, to ensure that the sector both looks and acts like a well-oiled machine, whilst retaining a stylish and simple appearance, the Sector doesn't particularly stand out other than having lush higher-clearance areas, and apparently a lot of time and money to invest in music and other 'arts'. There does seem to be a concentration of higher clearance personnel (in relationship to other sectors) here, though not so much that the higher clearances out-number the lower clearances. Traffic is an ocassional problem in the more public areas, and noise, but generally it is the side-effect of a melting pot of different societies. If this was a pre-Old Reckoning city, it might be described as cosmopolitan, though it might appear to be one purely from the eyes of the higher clearance occupants - lower clearance citizen probably don't notice the difference.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find J-Tube 42: Sector SIM is a maze of cocoon-like beds surrounding the mega-computer that runs the entertainment VR for hundreds of citizens at the same time. People mill about, waiting there turn to plug-in, and the lines and chaos generally make it difficult to find the process access tube. 
  
  Plus, you're not entirely sure what a J-Tube would look like. Hopefully they're labelled?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Train to Sector SIM: There's a train in Beta Complex that moves the citizens to their designated areas. Unfortunately, your access is currently set to the Creation Center during the hours of 0800 to 1700. If you use the scanners on the train to get to Sector SIM, they may set off an alarm. Unless The Computer has updated your auto-train access...
  
  Or you can find another route.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Respawn: Mold-R-FOX: Must play a CLONE asset card in order to post.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: J-Tube... Issues: J-Tube 42 is just that, a tube. The handholds and steps that should line either side are rusted and corroded, some have disappeared completely.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Down Below: Under Beta Complex is a mess of tunnels, tubes, wires, and barely luminescent thingamajigs. Mildew and rot pervade the air, and *things* echo through the murky labyrinth.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Find the Vats: You're looking for the statis-liquid vats that pipe up to the Creation Center. You'll want to find them while avoiding the notice of whatever is making those clanking and chirping noises down here.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mutant: You are a mutant. COPYCAT MUTANT POWERS: Duplicate the effects of some other mutation used nearby in the last 30 minutes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mutant: Chris can generate a powerful electrical discharge from his body at will. Friend Computer won't like that if he finds out.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mutant: SHRINKING VIOLET - I can shrink. No, no, no, I don't pretend to have security clearance violet. No, really!!! I just can get very small...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Left Wing Loyalist: The Computer - first and foremost.  And last, too.  Iggy Pop is all about the metal angel that pulled him out of sector 419.79 (Human Urine Distillation & Purification Processor - First Taste Tester) and placed him in his new roll as Troubleshooter.
  
  "FOR THE COMPUTER!"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Smart(?): Iggy believes that we are best served when friend Computer is watching our every move.  And what better way to have the guidance of friend Computer everywhere we go than to make friend Computer mobile?!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mutant - Eye Don't Care: Every six to seven hours Iggy's left eye grows horribly clawed legs and wrenches itself from it's eye socket and scurries away  - completely out of the control of Iggy.  
  
  These "Speyeders" send the image (as well as sound and taste) back to Iggy's poor over stimulated brain.  Premature removal results in poor leg structure, pain, attraction to shiny objects, pain, and hair loss (of the Speyeder). 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Pro Tech Lackey: The Computer needs to see, hear, feel, touch, and taste everything we do... right?  Technology isn't quite where we need it to be for friend Computer to be with us... ALWAYS.  We need to fix that.  I need to fix that...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stealthy: A stealthy Troubleshooter will easily remain unnoticed by any communist or mutant who stands in their way.    
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mutant: Adhesive Skin: Your skin adheres to walls and ceilings, allowing you to crawl across them in defiance of (A) Friend Computer, (B) IntSec goons, and (C) gravity, in descending order of treasonousness.
  
  Unfortunate side effects include sticking in place unintentionally, and leaving gooey footprints everywhere.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sierra Club: We long for the glorious wonders of the great Outdoors, of which we have heard so many thrilling tales!
  
  (*Tales not guaranteed 100% accurate, 50% accurate, nor 0.5% accurate. Tales do not include any modicum of survival knowledge in the Outdoors.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Conspirator: You are a member of a secret society. You're not sure which one; that's a secret. As a good conspirator, you must continue to convince everyone you're an excellent troubleshooter.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Excellent Liar: A silvered serpent's tongue whispering honeyed words rests between your lips. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mutation: Heart of Gold: Your heart is, quite literally, made of gold. In addition to the physical heft, it weighs quite heavily in your chest when man's inhumanity to man is evident.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mutant: Time Jump: You can jump in time... but only a few seconds, and only to the past.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Enthusiastic: Chris is optimistic and enthusiastic about his duties, even when he has no reason to be.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Expert Ass-Kisser: A brown-nosing Troubleshooter will easily defeat any communist or mutant who stands in their way.    
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Unfortunate Honesty: Iggy believes that the Computer needs *all* the information if it is going to make the best decisions for our future.
  
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Coprophobia: Fear of poop isn't irrational. I say anyone not afraid of poop is INSANE.