CY 9

System: Shadowrun

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Foromtale

"Trapped in their own webs,
with power but no friends.

They're hangin' in the sky...
They, who make demands,
with the future in their hands.

...some pay in advance...

...to see the scenes go by.

They're all quotin' the things that have been said, doin' the biz and the crackin' cred on the fact that he's dead"

- Scribbled on a loo door by a shit-4-brains anonymous poet.

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