Game: Legba, room by room

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Game: Legba, room by room
Legba is a shithole, there's no nice way to say it. This habitat, the home of the Nine Lives cartel, is where innocent civilians go to be tortured for eternity by bored gangsters. It is a world of chaos; derelict ships welded to tin cans welded to captured asteroids, packed so dense and so lacking in planning, a transhuman could get lost for days even without anyone trying to kill them. Every room could potentially contain any enemy, any treasure, any unexpected event. In short, it's an old-school procedurally generated dungeon crawl waiting to happen. The game is simple: -Name the encounter -Describe the room it takes place in -Describe who or what the players encounter -What does the encounter do? Otherwise, as with Legba, anything goes. I'll start. A Friendly Game Room: Scrapped ship parts; it looks like two pre-Fall space fighter cockpits reassembled into a semi-comfortable nook. The walls are plastered with AR personals ads, gaming leader boards and betting odds. A Creepy bot is futilely scraping at a stain running under the ventilation duct. The Encounter: A pirate and a Triad 49er, both male biomorphs, are sitting at a table playing dominoes (the actual game "dominos", not just knocking down lines of tiles for fun). Several empty bulbs of "rocket fuel" moonshine are scattered around them, and they've attracted a small crowd of watchers. Both of them are intensely focused on their game, and will be irritated if interrupted; they are in a best-out-of-three tie. What happens next depends on a roll of the d10. 1-3: The pirate wins; the Triad plugs his ecto's jack into the pirate's ecto and transfers some data. Further inspection shows that it is a schedule for ComEx trade routes. 4-6: The Triad wins; the pirate flips the table in a huff and storms out. Three or four rooms later, the party may find the pirate's dead morph. His stack is unclaimed, but his heart and eyes were removed. 7-9: The Creepy self-destructs, releasing Nervex into the room. Both players take a dose of atropine and continue playing; the Triad comments that his game will not be interrupted this time. 10: Both players slump over in their seats. Whoever was jamming them was apparently called to attention elsewhere. Reports of a fire elsewhere in Legba appear in the player's Mesh feed.
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