I have been working on a rather massive article for the second issue of the Dumpshock Data Haven that introduces a new city called Ostopa, Kansas. It's a very detailed write-up of a city that's kind of a throwback to the 2050s in some ways. But more about that later. Let me get straight to the point now that I've already babbled a bit.
I consider myself pretty well versed in the Shadowrun setting. I've played it off and on since it was released in '89 (though, sadly, more "off" than "on", due to my iffy-ness about the 1e - 3e rules), so I have a good working knowledge of it. However, I'm not an expert. Not even close. Damn, I still haven't gotten to my point.
Here it is: I'll be using this thread to ask you guys and gals questions that will most assuredly arise while I'm writing the article. Bull has editors who can fix my flubs, but the perfectionist in me wants to minimize the setting-based mistakes before I even turn in the full draft.
Now that I've (finally) gotten to the point, I can babble a smidge more. I do so like to babble.
Anyway, I want this to be the best article it can be and I am beyond happy with how well my campaign city is converting to written form. I think Ostopa is a pretty unique place that offers a lot of fun gaming possibilities. I'm already up to 23 pages (in MS Word) and I'm still going. The damn thing has taken on a life of its own. Originally, it was going to be much smaller (17 pages) and appear in issue #1, but Bull asked me if I'd be willing to expand upon it and release it in issue #2 instead, focusing the issue on it. I'm flattered that he likes it so much.
Before I close up this post, I feel a bit obligated to give you a few nuggets of info about what you can expect from Ostopa. After all, it would be a little rude to ask you for assistance and then bale without dropping some details. So, without further ado, I'm posting the Ostopa map and the fisrt two (unedited) sections of the article.
Here's a link to the map: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/392037...821a0202d_b.jpg
A Nice Little Town Like Ours
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Art Pennington and I’m a retired ‘runner. That’s right, I used to run around in the middle of the night, selling my services to the highest bidder and looking like a bad ass while doing it. You see, I was a decker. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Long before you kids had your wireless doo-dads, I was plugging in with my ‘jack and using my trusty scratch-built deck to hit the Matrix the old-fashion way: virtual reality. Those were the days.
>>> Fraggin’ old-timers! They’re always lamenting technological advances, just because they refuse to keep up with the times. Strikes me as kind of pathetic.
>> Hoagie Moses
>>> Cut him a break. If it wasn’t for guys like him paving the way, who knows where we would be right now.
>> Fartknocker
Even though I stopped running the shadows shortly before the second Matrix crash, I like to keep my eye on the scene and on the city as a whole. It gives an old man something to keep his mind occupied. Sure beats sitting around, waiting for senility to set in.
So, yeah, I stay in touch with the goings-on in Ostopa. And now that I have so much time on my hands, I figured I should put together a guide to the city for anyone looking to step into the shadows of Ostopa.
>>> If you believe Art, he’s still making his rounds to all the usual haunts for shadowrunners. I hate to say it, but that’s just not the case. He never goes anywhere. I met him once, a while after he retired. Nice guy and all, but he had “eccentric recluse� written all over him. From what I understand, he lives in the slummy Chesnutt Projects (not but five or six blocks from the Dingepool), holing up in his cluttered apartment. I doubt that he knows much about the happenings of Ostopa. So, reader beware.
>> Moxxie McCoy
>>> I can’t tell you how I know this, but believe me when I say that Pennington knows his stuff. Not only does he still use his antiquated gear to hit the Matrix, he also has a handful of faithful comrades who act as his eyes and ears. The man may be reclusive, but his word should be taken as the gospel.
>> Apache
>>> Ditto what Apache said. Pennington’s a legend in Ostopa. Stop being such a doubter, Moxxie. He’s one of the few shadowrunners known for being trustworthy and honest. He won’t steer ya wrong.
>> Grumble_Bunny
>>> I didn’t mean to come off like some kind of choob. I just tend to be a bit untrusting. It’s my nature.
>> Moxxie McCoy
Ostopa's Genesis
The history of Ostopa is actually just a tale of two cities (pun very much intended): Oswego and Chetopa, both located in southeast Kansas, UCAS.
Oswego was founded in 1867, though it existed as a Native American settlement called “White Hair’s Village� as early as the 1840s and was changed to “Little Town� after white settlers moved into the area in 1865. The town remained a rather ambitious little berg throughout the 19th, 20th and early 21st centuries. Sadly, by 2013, Oswego began a rapid decline, due to mismanagement of the city government. Jobs became more and more scarce and by 2020, the population had plummeted to just a little more than 800. Considering that it averaged roughly 2,000 in previous decades, this drop was incredibly drastic. The city was on its way to becoming a ghost town.
Eight miles south of Oswego stood a slightly smaller, less ambitious town called Chetopa. The city was founded in 1857 by Dr. George Lisle and was named after an Osage chief by the name of Chetopah. During the Civil War, the Union forces turned the entire town into a charred cinder so that the Confederates wouldn’t be able to take and hold it. Some have argued that the town should have been left dead and buried, but the enterprising souls rebuilt it. Chetopa grew in prosperity, peaking during the 1940s. From there, it was a gradual decline until reaching its lowest point by 2020, with a meager population of 430 (at its height, it boasted 2,500 citizens). The jobs dried up and the inhabitants largely scattered to the winds, leaving behind only those too stubborn to get the hell out of Dodge.
Now, let’s turn our attention to Seattle in 2011. That year marked the death of a very wealthy mogul named Marcus Cahill. Cahill had spent most of his 92 years acquiring small but profitable businesses and making them even more profitable. He never felt the need to delve into the corporate scene, preferring to remain low-key. Needless to say, this approach was successful for him, as he turned out to be one of the most loaded individuals in all of Seattle. No one could have expected it prior to his death though. He lived somewhat modestly and didn’t engage in the high society events that seemed to attract most others of his wealth.
When he passed away, his fortunes – including all his businesses -- were left to his only son, Maximillian. Being a very different sort of person, Max consolidated the largest bulk of the money and invested it in establishing his own corporation called (what else?) MaxCorp.
>>> Old Maximillian was made of pure ego from what I understand. I’m too young to remember much about him, but my mother used to curse his name all the time. She said he was quite fascinated with himself.
>> Mz.-Mannerz
>>> Oh yes, he was an egocentric bastard, that’s for sure. To his credit, he came down off his high horse later in life.
>> Koot
Max believed in making bold, risky moves in order to gain a foothold in the business world. And it almost paid off in Seattle, but he ruffled all the wrong feathers and found himself stymied by the AAA megacorps who didn’t exactly appreciate him trying to horn in on their action. It became clear to him that if he wanted to successfully rise to the top, he would have to do so elsewhere. His plan was to make some lucrative deals with other corporations that would enable him to purchase a massive chunk of land in an underdeveloped section of the UCAS and start developing it.
>>> I think Mr. Pennington was being euphemistic in his wording when he used the term “lucrative deals�. The truth is that Cahill blackmailed a lot of corporations, including some of the big dogs. Honestly, ol’ Max should be praised (in a backhanded way) for his ability to bilk people who are much more powerful than himself. He had it down to an art form.
>> Grumble_Bunny
This plan came to fruition in 2021, when MaxCorp snagged two small towns (that’s right, crew; we’re talking about Oswego and Chetopa), most of the land in between them and a mass of land east of Chetopa. Max heavily invested in forging a new city out of the shambles that these towns had become, offering inexpensive land to anyone willing to relocate to the area. The new city’s name was, naturally, Ostopa.
As with any city on the rise, other megacorporations flocked to Ostopa, hoping to cash in. Even three of the AAA corps have thrown their hats into the arena. It wouldn’t be surprising if more were to follow suit in the near future.
When Maximillian Cahill passed away in 2065, the company was left to his eldest daughter, Rachel. Within the year, she was found dead and was replaced by Maximillian’s eldest son, Mason.
>>> I remember all the hubbub when Rachel died. Mason’s other siblings (Veronica, Allison and Warner) spearheaded an investigation, claiming that they believed Mason murdered her. Nothing ever came of it, but they still hate his guts to this very day.
>> Moxxie McCoy
>>> The word in the shadows is that Mason’s brother and sisters are concocting a plan to wrest control of MaxCorp away from him. The info is sketchy at best, but if it’s true, Ostopa could get a lot more interesting in a big way… especially if the siblings are looking to hire shadowrunners to do their dirty work.
>> Night Gypsy
>>> Let’s just say that it ain’t just a rumor. I wish I could elaborate, but I can’t.
>> Kevin_Keystrokes
>>> Hey there, Night Gypsy! Aren’t you the foxy broad I met at the Dingepool a few months ago? How’s it hangin’? *snap snap*
>> Karl Hammer
>>> Get lost, Hammer.
>> Night Gypsy