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Das Folgende ist die Beschreibung einer Nachbarschaft von Night City für das Cyb3rpunk-Setting, die aber 1:1 genauso für Cyberpunk 2020 verwendet werden kann. Eine Karte existiert leider nicht (mehr), dafür aber folgende Tipps zum einfachen Generieren einer passenden Karte:

• Verwende Google Earth, Google Maps oder einen anderen Service, um die eine x-beliebige urbane Nachbarschaft (z.B. in Denver, New York, Chicago oder auch Shanghai) zu suchen. Die Gegend sollte etwas verfallen wirken (es geht um das Satellitenbild). Markiere dir einen Ausschnitt, mache einen Screenshot und importiere diesen in ein Bildbearbeitungsprogramm oder – Extra-Tipp! – Powerpoint! Dort zieh einfach Quadrate bei passenden Gebäuden auf und weise die Nummern entsprechend der Beschreibung zu. Read the rest of this entry »

So how will the cities look in the dark future? We can allready tell:

Its the Abu Dhabi World Trade Center. Building starts this summer.

Pictures are stolen from the great io9 blog.

This photo has been shot by Cory Doctorow of BoingBoing.net. Its wonderfully cyberpunk. I need to start an all asian campaign soon.

The AV Club has a list of the worst bandnames of 2007

its great fodder if you need to compile some kind of Top 10 list or being asked by your players whats on the radio. Also, remember that Boosters are music fans gone hooligan. So they need bands to adore, too. I selected my top names, but check out the original post for lots more.

• The Color Fred
• Mental Afro
• The Asbestos Tampons
• Poets & Pornstars
• Baboon Torture Division
• Penguins With Shotguns
• Electric Vagina
• Dumpstapunk Read the rest of this entry »

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Here in my Akasaka hotel, I can’t sleep. I get dressed and walk to Roppongi, through a not-unpleasantly humid night in the shadows of an exhaust-stained multilevel expressway that feels like the oldest thing in town. Roppongi is an interzone, the land of gaijin bars, always up late. I’m waiting at a pedestrian crossing when I see her. She’s probably Australian, young and quite serviceably beautiful. She wears very expensive, very sheer black undergarments, and little else, save for some black outer layer – equally sheer, skintight, and microshort – and some gold and diamonds to give potential clients the right idea. She steps past me, into four lanes of traffic, conversing on her phone in urgent Japanese. Traffic halts obediently for this triumphantly jaywalking gaijin in her black suede spikes. I watch her make the opposite curb, the brain-cancer deflector on her slender little phone swaying in counterpoint to her hips. When the light changes, I cross, and watch her high-five a bouncer who looks like Oddjob in a Paul Smith suit, his skinny lip beard razored with micrometer precision. There’s a flash of white as their palms meet. Folded paper. Junkie origami.

William Gibson is god. The bits of text are from a piece he wrote for Wired, the cyberpunk geek monthly.