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[Wesley Street]

I typically write up adventure modules for my players weeks or even a month in advance of a game session. I typically follow the standard SR module format of Tell It To Them Straight, Behind the Scenes, and Pushing the Envelope and format it out in a MS Word document. Naturally, my players always think of something I didn't but at least I've given myself a solid framework to work with.

Anyway, I thought I'd share some of my favorite in-game Tell It To Them Straight bits and I'm hoping that all of you GMs who do the writing bits are willing to share your favorites as well.

TELL IT TO THEM STRAIGHT
Genji: You awaken to the sound of your internal commlink’s email alert notice dinging in your head. Your squalid flat comes into focus as your cybereyes engage and attempt to compensate for the copious amounts of beer your brain has been marinating in. The clock in your lower right vision informs you that it’s 07:00, a scant two hours since the last of the Crimson Crush and their assorted hangers-on passed out in a booze or drug-infused slumber. Your friend David Calbway lies face down on the floor beside you. Comically, you notice that at some point during the party he has lost his pants. A topless dwarf skank (Tilde? Trudy?) is propped up against him, eyes closed and drooling, her ample bosoms pointed skyward. David farts loudly, a counterpoint to the snores of the Crush gang around you.

You wipe the drool from your mouth as you pull your face from the ratty futon you typically crash on during long hours of Matrix surfing. A quick nostril check is made and you wipe a booger at the foot of the futon. There’s no way your Inbox should be active, especially at this hour of the morning. Unless… With a mental command you open the waiting message.

Aw, fuck.

Genji. A debt is owed by you to me for services provided during your gang war investigation in January. I am now collecting upon that debt. Be at my home by 14:00 this afternoon. Bring your runner companions if you choose.

There’s no signature but the email code stamp is clearly Omasu Tomozawa’s. Groaning from dread rather than the oncoming hangover you see racing at you like a MiG LAV you lay your head back down. You didn’t truly think Omasu would forget. But you still hoped he would. There are no free rides with the Yakuza, a lesson you’ve learned all too well throughout your life. Looks like it’s time to call in the team. But only after a wee bit more shut eye of course. The world goes a warm and fuzzy gray to the pitter of Seattle rain on your skylight.