"Name's Syke. Big palooka at the helm's Dumptruck or somesuch. We're Enforcers. You've no idea what that means. What's that? Oh yes, we can in fact 'do this.' Nope, don't give a seven-legged rat's arse who you are. See, down here we've got something called Law. It's kind of like your security ratings and citizen license rankings, except they've got no relation to your current financial standing. We're barbaric like that, us Downlanders.
Hey, could you perhaps not drive like a failed abortion? I'm talking, here.
So you thought you'd go slumming with your buddies, that's it? Take a trip down to Loserville in your shiny HEV suit, have a few laughs, scare the natives with your enormous zapguns and civilized manners?
What?
Yeah, Steamroller up there wants you to know that zappy thing tickled. But not everyone is blessed with fucking rhino skin and the nervous system of an amoeba. You scabs killed two of Us. Still think it matters you're the eldest spawn of CEO Shithead? Down here, you go howling at the moon, you get thrown to the wolves.
We there? Hey, you didn't sink us in the swamp this time. Amazing.
Right, this is your stop. Welcome to the Feral zone, population too fucking many. Here's your gun back. I suggest you kill yourself right now. Trust me, it'll help."
3 comments:
This was my first attempt at writing Syke In Character. (Yes, his sunny disposition owes an obvious bit to Spider Jerusalem, Samuel Vimes and Dr. Cox.)
I've always loved your approach to CharGen. Snippets, phrases and quotes galore...
Best method I've seen anyone use to get a disposition across even before everything is firmly established and settled.
Yeah, I too got to say it's a really good way of getting across.
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