{2022-07-10 01:00 UTC}

Player Count: 4 (5 if I feel the team dynamic could work)

Location: The Hellscape that is Puyallup

Game Type: Firefight Extraction

Theme: HANDLE IT!

Threat: High.

Prerequisites: Have a working mic, access to Discord and Roll20, patiences with your GM, following my Table Rules.

This is the Puyallup Special Election finale.

Content Warning: My table is 18 . Expect darkness where the light doesn't shine or when it is swallowed up. There will be a content warning discussed before the run starts and consent will be asked for from each player. Traffic Light system will be in effect.

Content Warning 2: This run will begin In Medias Res. You must be willing to roll with the punches as your first roll out of the gate will be to survive the inciting incident. There will be few punches held back. This is a High Threat/near Prime run with death on the line. If you are not comfortable with this for your character, please reconsider applying them.

You knew that this job smelt like a trap. A perfect snare for unwitting suckers. Yet, the rent was due, you’re late on your payment for that new bit of ‘ware. You were desperate and in that desperation, you bit into that hook. Oh boy, were you not prepared for this ride. Well, maybe you were. You saw this coming a mile away and yet you couldn’t fucking do anything to stop it.

Escort this drekhead to City Hall. Why the frag didn’t the Metroplex Guard take this assignment? They were flying the damn helicopter anyways. ‘Plausible deniability’ my ass, you said as you saw the fragger enter the chopper. They were polite in that sleazy sort of way, as all politicians are. Small talk with you wilted faster than new corn shoots in Hell’s Kitchen, and you just wanted to get your payday. Fuck this asshole for trying to be polite; all politicans are the same, right?

The surface-to-air missiles were a surprise, for about two seconds. The pilots were rather adept at dodging them. Still, when the tail rotor got shot off, the sense of dread finally hit you. That real fear that this could actually kill you…losing your life in the line of duty to this figurehead. What a way to go…

You blacked out after the crash. Your last memory was of the chopper pilot shouting into the comms: “This is Rainier 1, we’re going down in the Barrens! Request immediate-”

OOC: Runner name & sheet, role and familiarity, date of last run and if you've been on less than five run, Discord handle. Priority may be given to characters who have been a part of the election series, but do not be discouraged from applying.

IC: What are you doing as the chopper goes down?