saphi

30 | Trans Lesbian | Welsh

saphig-iawn from tumblr | switch | hypnodomme | doll & dollmaker | drone & drone controller | gentle domme
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turning girls into dolls and drones they were always meant to be
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art by voidcreations on tumblr



Ars-Synthetica
@Ars-Synthetica

thinking about a cyberpunk ttrpg where instead of destroying your humanity or whatever, each cybernetic component increases your Dependence score, which tracks how dependent you are on the corporate world. if your Dependence is too high you can't effectively fight back against certain corporate actors.

progression for PC's would involve getting new cyberware while simultaneously trying to drop their Dependence score. jailbreaking corporate hardware. hacking together your own stuff. working with an open source cyberware collective. hell, there could be a mission all about getting a legislator to pass a right-to-repair build. i could see setting up PC's to bribe, coerce, or schmooze their way to politicians who could have mechanical consequences. maybe open source hardware tends to be a bit shittier but comes with a greatly lowered Dependence cost.

i think this kinda balancing really homes in on my anticiv/postciv leanings and sentiments. the message would be: "technology isn't something distinct from other human activity, it's just something We Do and have Always Done, ever since we started the first campfire. and like most human behavior, it's susceptible to being tainted by hierarchy, capitalism, and the state."


saphi
@saphi

I love this so much. I genuinely try and find ways to play games in ways that align with my beliefs and values, and wow would I be thriving in your system


punky-trans
@punky-trans

im two sessions into GMing a Cyberpunk Red campaign with my partner and im absolutely going to shoe horn this mechanic in somehow :D


saphi
@saphi

Imagine trying to fight a corp, a bit of guerilla fun, but you're too Dependent on their tech and so as you go to ready a weapon you instead turn to your party with a false smile and pleading eyes; the implants take over and turn you into an unskippable advert for their products until the hostility in you subsides; a passenger in your corporate subsided body.


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Your comrade turns to you, teeth clenched in a reluctant Stepford smile, eyes tearing, as,
"Optican, Healthcare on Demand! For all your medical needs!"
cheerily sing-songs out of their mouth

You know what the bad end must be, right?

The Recruiters come knocking.

A raid goes wrong, you thought your comrade fell; but the following morning, while skulking through the streets to find a ripperdoc to fix you up, you see them; hair undyed, tattoos removed, in crisp clean uniform handing out leaflets for a trauma insurance company.

You keep visiting them, feigning interest in their products in the slim hope that something you say might unlock them from their bondage; that the real them, strapped and gagged to the chair of their mind, might break free.

Aww, kidnapping them to hack them safely, but because their body has been laced with non-aggression subroutines, they're effectively a docile and gullible little puppy, asking how long they're going to be on holiday for and hoping their boss doesn't mind them being away for so long.