Discount Bonus Fun Joy

I managed to completely miss the GM Day offers over at RPGNow/DriveThruRPG. I think it might have been for the best, because I almost definitely have stuff downloaded from there a while back unread (but not unwanted).

However, I’m happy to say, for PARANOIA fans, that the whole range (almost every sort of treason in word and deed) from the original XP rules to the present day likes of IntSec has some sort of discount (with the odd exception here and there). In many cases, Mongoose has discounted by as much as 50% (or thereabouts), which can’t be sniffed at. Handy for anyone who wishes to avail themselves of the recent Forms Pack (which certainly lends itself to the PDF format for each of GM access – just print and terrorize!).

I have been flicking through ‘Black Missions’ over the weekend, because I haven’t, as of yet, familiarised myself with the changes (around Treason Points, for example). Alas, I hoped to read a lot, but managed to read only a smidgeon before other matters distracted me. As it happens, some distracting material may land up on this site in the near future; but, I dare not make any promises about what, when or how.

Let’s Be Deserving Sputniks

Yesterday, while in Nottingham, I visited the Nottingham Contemporary gallery to view the current ‘Star City‘ exhibition that celebrates ‘The Future Under Communism’. Good it was, too. And free.

Running until 18 April 2010, the galleries features the work of artists from the former Eastern Bloc. The installations range from ‘Star City’ itself – a 4 channel video presentation of a secret location near Moscow, where you witness the ruined remains of the Russian space race, including the practice modules used to train cosmonauts and the tattered, once luxurious accommodations around the facility – to a plentiful supply of propaganda posters of the era. One poster features smiling children, marching for the great cause clutching rabbits, flags and a basket of yellow chicks, proclaiming “Let’s Be Deserving Sputniks of the Seven-Year Plan.” Others proclaim “The Creative Forces of Communism are Endless!” or that a “Soviet Artificial Planet Runs Around the Sun in Honour of the XXI General Meeting of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, 1959″ – with supporting images of Russian rockets and heroic cosmonauts.

One wall features various proclamations and declarations around the great future that lies ahead under Communism, with an interesting timeline of developments from the end of the 1960s through to 2100 that singularly failed to deliver beyond 1969 – after which there should have been communication with dolphins, creation of artificial lifeforms, perfect weather control, bases on the Moon and Mars, and generational voyages beyond the Solar System (half of those I’ve listed fell in the timeline prior to now).

Some of the more ‘interesting’ installations include electrical appliances running on a variable current staggered by a morse code rendition of a Fidel Castro speech, a modular cinema – including integral seating arrangement – made out of wood and cardboard tubes, and images influenced by Stanislaw Lem’s “Solaris”.

Undoubtedly, the most impressive works for me had an incredible sense of mechanisation in decay. One, an as yet untitled work by Robert Kusmirowski, was a 1:1 scale replica of ‘futuristic’ machinery and control interfaces from facilities long since abandoned, a wall of dark green metal scabbed with rust, with glass-faced dials and great metal switches.

Elsewhere by Micol Assael

My personal favourite was “Elsewhere” (2008) by Micol Assael, a cabinet of electrical components, the door swung open and the unit leaning forward, sat at the centre of a dark pool of water. Live with electricity, microphones picked up sizzling, crackling and bubbling, as water trickled occasionally from long thin pipes extending from the top of the cabinet. Bizarrely brilliant.

While the whole ‘Star City’ exhibition provides an interesting source of imagery and perceptions for use in PARANOIA, I think “Elsewhere” alone could make for a great encounter. Imagine, the Troubleshooters enter a room to find the middle of the square space dominated by a towering stack of crackling machinery and the recessed floor filled with water. A strong smell of ozone fills the air. Near the stack lies a body, lying on one side in the water, dressed in a full body suit, shining gold in colour. The team have been told to come here, so they believe they have to do something. However, touching the water deliveries a powerful shock… so, what to do? In fact, they’ve been sent to the wrong place and this room contains an artistic installation funded by a slightly ‘touched’ ULTRAVIOLET. The artist is in the suit, but the material protects him from the electricity. A slave to his art, the guy has simply fallen asleep in pose.

“WHAT’S HOLDING UP PROGRESS, CITIZEN?”
“Oh, nothing Friend Computer, just heading into the Briefing Room now…”
SPLASH! CRACKLE! SIZZLE! POP! SPLASH! POP! HISS! BIG SPLASH!
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”

[Installation view: Altrove – Elsewhere, Fundacja Galerii Foksal, Warsaw, 2009]

A matr uv urjensE

The mail-tube went ping! and he opened his eyes, swearing. For a moment he was tempted to let the pneumo-roll lie where it fell, but habit was too strong. He grumbled his way over to the basket and took it out.

The stamp across it jerked his mind to wakefulness. OfiSal, sEkret, fOr adresE OnlE – and a Security seal!

Just finished reading Security by Poul William Anderson (1953). Security recounts a simple tale of a distopian regime. Think it works out as a short story – it’s a few thousand words long, and available to download if you have the Stanza app on the iPhone (and, I daresay, available elsewhere).

Allen Lancaster works as a researcher on a state run Project. The world would be at war if not for the superiority of the State WMDs; but, that doesn’t stop rebels and lesser countries constantly plotting against them. Government agencies redefine history and language to wipe out subversion. The major bodies of Control, Efficiency and Security organise and review the life of each individual, while a solid work ethic, regulations and clearances keep everything in it’s rightful and well defined place. State-driven Projects – akin to R&D – push research forward without enthusiasm or freedom to deviate, at once advancing and stifling science. Traitors disappear to camp, never to return, tortured for information about the underground before suffering an inglorious demise. Loyalty yields little comforts and rewards.

Thoroughly recommended read for PARANOIA players and gamemasters alike.

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Loan Me This Money

Keen to exploit any situation, Nigerian scamsters (or their ilk) may have overestimated their chances against the PARANOIA Yahoo! Group with this transparent, and misguided, attempt:

Hello,

How are you doing ? I’m sorry I did not inform you about my trip to London, England for a program. I arrived London successfully.But presently, I’m having a problem I misplaced my wallet on my way to the hotel. Inside my wallet, I have most of my valuable items which I traveled with like my credit card, money and my telephone contact diary .Now, I have to sort out the bills I’m owing at the hotel so that I can start preparing to return home. The bill amounts to £800 pounds.

Please, I want you to loan me this money to enable me settle this bills. I promise I’ll Refund the money back to you as soon as i return.I know I could count on you that is why i am contacting you on this issue.Pls let me know if you can be of any help. I do not have a phone to reach you with, that is why

I had to send you an email.
I will be expecting your response as soon as possible.

Thanks,

Abraham

Many plasma generators and laser barrels have already been expended in shooing this Commie Mutant Traitor.

Mission Report: Epic Fail

I’m on holiday at the moment and intended to use some of the time to get writing done. Out on the picturesque coast of Anglesey, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally finish writing my 14th century Avignon-based PARANOIA mini-supplement.

Alas, fickle fate has interceded. I have teenage sons to contend with and no wife to keep them distracted (as she stayed at home nursing a broken toe). My time has not been my own and the apartment only has one room with an inspirational sea view. On top of the that, I’ve been plagued with headaches and sleeplessness, which contribute to a general lack of concentration. Just writing this blog entry involves a considerable act of will.

To add insult to injury, I also intended to run some roleplaying sessions in the evening, simply to keep my oar in. Alas, I have struggled here, too. I’d rather watch a DVD or play a boardgame after getting home dog-tired from walking and preparing dinner.

More pep-pills for me, please!

Hot Potato

I’m reasonably sure that I have posted something on this before – but, anyway, the US military are looking for a non-lethal weapon that inflict pain rather than permanent injury. Having already got themselves a crowd suppression turret-mounted weapon that fires microwave energy at a crowd – and disperses through pain – the US military now want something more portable. However, it’s a fine line between pain and injury:

“We have established the minimum irradiance to cause a sensation and have characterised where thermal injury begins … But the exact operating irradiance which balances a useful military effect with a conservative margin of safety has not been nailed down yet.”

I’m wondering where the margins of safety come into the use of other military gear – rubber bullets, for example, shouldn’t cause permanent harm, but they do.

Opponents have raised concerns that weapons that inflict pain without external evidence can only make it harder to identify signs of abuse. Dread to think what someone might do with one of these in a detention centre!

Mobile Messaging

I’m currently addicted to Twitter. I wonder whether Troubleshooters might fall foul of similar information overload through their personal communication device of choice? We have myriad routes of communication with people both close, near and, well, frankly strangers.

Would a Troubleshooter have a stream of messages to contend with from friends, associates, contacts, spammers, managers, peers, underlings, blackmailers, blackmailees, strangers, recruiters, entertainment celebrities, administrators, tech support, automated services, The Computer, Troubleshooter handlers and more besides? Could they cope? Would housekeeping – whether manual or automatic – present a risk of deleting something – or everything – of importance? Would a Troubleshooter deal with ninty-nine innane demands for their attention before reaching an overdue imperative from an irrate executive officers, IntSec interrogator or YELLOW Clearance jobsworth?

I fear clever software solutions wouldn’t be enough – indeed, if the Troubleshooters experience mirrors my own, they’ll have a dozen different message handling clients that do almost all they want, but not quite. Will one client make orders from The Computer clear at a cost of complexities in searching for anything else or tracking message threads?

Would you use the C-net Wideband Interaction Trans-protocol or just not bother? Nobody likes a Cwitter!

Cheap as Chips

I’m not one to line anyone else’s pockets if possible, but why would you turn down a spanky copy of The Underplex for as little as £3. Cheap, entertaining – and suspiciously located in Swindon. Perhaps Mongoose had a car boot sale?

Upgrade Successful

Omega Complex has survived the move from one hosting solution to another… Blessed relief that it turned out to be relatively easy. I reckon I’m saving the really difficult migration work for when I’m in a really good mood…

And, for the time being, www.traitorrecycling.com is pointing at this time. It hasn’t exactly been busy over there of late.

Crash Course Cover Art

The rather engaging image from the front of the ‘Crash Course Manual’ is currently up on eBay, selling from a mere starting bid of $1,200. While the premise and book largely sucked, the cover does provide a rather fetching image that might adorn the wall of some lucky citizen. Rendered in pencils and paint by artist Robert Larkin, it’s rather a shame his website is under construction because I’d quite like to see more of his work…

I am in no way associated with this sale, just chanced upon it while rooting through eBay…

UPDATE: First time, no sale. However, the Crash Course Cover has been re-listed for a mere $1,000.