I have a collection of your files on my computer already, but I'll be sure to check out the site soon, to have a look at the maps. I also quite enjoyed Dark King, so I'll hang out for that, too.
However, the proof is in the pudding, so here's some extracts from my own PBP game I run on a different forum, where I decided to use one of your NPC's, and had a pretty fun time doing so.
To contextualize, Orange is an Ork Infiltration Specialist from Redmond, who's decided to bring two of his ganger family members along as muscle. Keep in mind this is this guy's first ever Shadowrun game, so I may seem like I'm stating the obvious at times, but bear with me.
QUOTE (Almighty Beanchild (Playing Orange))
Orange trudged down the street through the slums flanked on one side by the young ork and on the other by the towering figure of the troll. The ramshackle buildings on either side housed lots of orks and other metatypes down on their luck. And any group of them could turn on the trio at any time. Orange kept his eyes moving and his hands near his knives.
Gradually, the buildings around change to something that looks like its seen repairs in the last half a decade. Orange spots a taxi, obviously desperate for fares to be even in this neighbourhood. Dat's da only way we're going to get dere.
Turning to the others Orange grins. "Stay quiet boys and let me do da talkin'. When we get dere, hit da alley and stay outta sight."
Orange saunter's forwards and leans down to the taxi driver. "Hoi. Gotta get over ta Club Penumbra. Me friends are so forgetful and forgot 'dere SINs though. How much for da three of us? I guess I am payin' again." Orange lets his eye drop in a wink and a grin touches his lips.
QUOTE (Sir_Psycho (GM))
The cab driver, a chinese dwarf in cheap, gaudy sunglasses doesn't roll down the window for you. "30 to Club. No SINs? Make that one hun'ed. Getting in?"
QUOTE (Almighty_Beanchild)
"One hun'ed it is my friend. Drop us in the alley behind da club, chummer."
Waving his arm, Orange beckoned the others. "Jump in."
QUOTE (Sir_Psycho)
You hop into the torn plastic passenger seat, next to the several inch thick bulletproof plexiglass compartment where your driver sits with his short legs crossed on the fluffy seat, the fiberoptic line plugged into the back of his skull allowing him to control the vehicle via a direct neural interface. After the few laborious moments it takes your huge troglodyte cousin, Grinder to squeeze into the back with Digger, "Hurtle Harry", as his AR nametag screams cranks the Cantonese Synth Punk and burns rubber, swinging wildly around the debris of the Redmond street before hurtling off down the cracked road at break-neck speed.
Looking back, you can see that Grinder looks a little uncomfortable at the speed as Harry switches to the wrong side of the road and slides through an intersection, narrowly missing a decrepid old traffic drone.
"'If you go fast enough, nothing else will hit you... see – totally missed that drone – it's just common sense." He shouts back at the uncomfortable young orks, "What's easier to catch? A ball or a bullet? The faster you go, the safe you are!"
Grinder mutters something darkly about "Chunky salsa", but Harry retorts quickly,
"What if I hit something? No sir, if you go fast enough, everyone will get out of your way. Take my advice and never drop below 100kph. It's the magic number."
Grinder doesn't look comforted.
"Relax boys. We'll take the Evergreen Floater bridge over the big Wash and we'll be there in no time." Sure enough, only a few seconds later Harry swings around a GMC Bulldog trundling up an on ramp and you swear the dented old cab leaves the ground for a moment as you fly onto the bridge.
"No problems with the law either. A few tickets, here and there," confirmed by a quick look at Harry's SIN and it's reams of speeding tickets, "But the faster I go, the more fares I score, right? Gotta pay the bills. Got a nasty dental bill for little Chun-Li the other day, poor thing is teething, but I picked up her favourite Neil the Ork Barbarian sim to distract her. Sweet little thing"
As he says it, your AR display lights up with baby photos of a chubby faced chinese toddler.
"You guys like Neil the Ork Barbarian? Great show. He punched a camel right in the face the other night! Looked pretty real though! They've got wiz fx mages working that show. He's all like "Raaargh!" and just punched it right in the face! Brirriant!"
All of a sudden Harry swings into an alley, and you look out the window to see a standing procession of various chromed and modified bikes. A plethora of japanese racing bikes, but a few big choppers too that put your own to shame with their custom jobs and expensive nano-paint. The trendy vehicles of the showy shadowrunner set and the pretenders that hang on at Club Penumbra. You hop out of the vehicle as Harry shouts a final goodbye.
"Got my comm, kid? If you the real deal, I can get you where you want or away from anyone who wanna slow you down, huh? Buzz for Hurtle Harry!"
Grinder and Digger hop out to stares by the club patrons hanging outside leaning on their bikes and smoking nico-sticks. At any other club, some-one might say something about the ragged Orks at your sides, pallid in the neon light, but this is Club Penumbra, and Shadowrunners and criminals are an accepted sight on these streets. Grinder looks down to you, his thick chain stuffed clumsily inside his synth-leather jacket while Digger glares at a few waify elf-boys smoking and smirking at his hand-me-down threads, but he manages to let the sawn off shotgun down his trouser lie.
It's business time.