Come and Get Yer Badlove - Cyberpunk 2020

When some folks really got into their Cyberpunk 2020 game they ended up making an album for the Rockerboy of the group. 

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Need hours of background music for your Cyberpunk games? Well here you go. 

What does Charismatic Leadership look like?

What does a Rockerboy's Charismatic Leadership look like in Cyberpunk 2020? Well let's just say around the two minute mark and on you can really start to see it. 

Cyberpunk 2020 - The Sound of Music campaign update

 

We didn't stop our Cyberpunk 2020 campaign. I just stopped writing session updates. Partly because my attention span to such things is very low and another part because when something feels like a chore it's not longer fun. Anyway, without any update on what's happened in between here is a new recap. 

Johnny Silverhand blew the fuck out of Arasaka Tower while we were out of the city doing a gig. Soon as we got word of what happened we fired up the dirigible and headed back to Night City. Along the way we found out that Johnny was Soulkilled by Arasaka and many of our allies are missing or no longer able to be contacted. With Acid now clear headed and fully capable of controlling himself we now have a bit more firepower on our side.

After our band, the Ass Martians, touched back down at the warehouse we received information on where Arasaka was holding Wally's wife in a cryochamber. So we quickly put together a plan to rescue her while playing into the chaos that Night City had fallen into after the explosion. In true Rockerboy fashion we announced a 'moving concert' that goes right in front of the secret facility and invited several other bands to join in. It's amazing what you can get a crowd to do with a healthy dose of Charismatic Leadership. The guards were trying to handle fans tearing up fences and doing property damage. It wasn't long before a full scale riot took place right on their doorstep.

With that we stopped playing, let another really shitty band take over and piss of the crowd even more and went inside. Wally's father in law wanted nobody working for Arasaka to be left alive inside after we got his daughter back. So we go in with guns blazing following behind Acid and Wally as they cleared a path. 

Blood, bodies and bullet casings littered the hallways.

Once we were at the chambers it took my character (The Cocksucker) and Kevin's (The Butt Fucker) to get them open. I used my stolen high end Japanese chip to help read everything while he used his (also stolen high end) Cryochamber operation chip to wake them up. Once they were up and walking we rigged the whole place to blow and hauled as out of there. Moving out way through the rioting people outside as the place went up in a fireball behind us.

Wally got reunited with his wife, who has evidently also had her memories altered as well. Then we took a moment to breath before planning our next course of action. 

Cyberpunk The Sound of Music session three recap

 

First off thanks to Ezra for coming up with this great logo for us.

So it finally happens, the concert is here and the Ass Martians are about to take the stage. Then we get a talking to by somebody who will make the most toughest Cyberpunks ass pucker. Morgan Blackhand. 

Apparently Johnny decided he needed a bit more muscle watching over the event so he called in one of his compatriots. Who ever has been doing the mind fuck on these various corp folks has noticed us stopping a few of their 'disposals' from coming to fruition and we now have crosshairs on us. So Morgan, who was probably seeing us as worms on a big hook, gave us a lowdown. The bad guys are using people called 'Eddies' for clean up and then they are exploded as well. Rumor has it that there are three of these folks at the concert to unclog us from the piping of their plans. 

Doesn't take long for one to show up back stage and get near us. But our punk asses have a little bite so we pulled our guns and laid into him with a quickness. Then the bastard blows up right in front of us spraying acid laced blood over the room. It was a damned mess. 

But the show must go on and we took the stage. 

The audience loved us and we managed to finish our set while we heard more gunshots from backstage as a couple more eddies made their way in. We head to the back and find out that they are apparently suicide clones, they all look alike and there is no reasoning with them. Morgan ushers us to the back so we can get out of there before he has anymore problems. We ended up in the staging area behind the concert hall where the blimp for the Night City Falcons has been prepped for tomorrows early game. 

My character, Cocksucker, actually has the Pilot Dirigible skill. Yes I took it on purpose because you never see anyone using it. Morgan says if any of us can fly the thing we can take it out of there. Fuck yes I can pilot the damn thing. I think my character probably got an erection just thinking about the opportunity. So Cocksucker hops in and starts prepping it for take off while Buttfucker and Swollen Love Knuckle toss our equipment in the cabin and then get a tarp and spray paint "Ass Martians" on it to hand from the bottom of the cabin.... and we lift off.

We hook into the speakers and fly directly over the open air concert hall a bit dangerously low right as Johnny and Kenny are taking the stage. Over the loudspeakers we announce that "The Ass Martians are leaving the building" and Buttfucker starts cranking out a quick song "We're on a Dirigible" as we pass over. 

Morgan gives us coordinates to fly to where he has some friends at. Then the night turns into a lot of running around and either chasing leads on Eddies or going "Oh shit it's an Eddie" as they stayed on our trail. We even hooked up with Morgan for a bit as we cut across the city. We ended up saving our friend Wally, an ex-biotech scientist who had his brain scrubbed, taking out four eddies, causing much damage to a apartment buildings front lawn, saving another guy we know named Shin from getting his brain scrubbed, causing much mayhem and consuming a load of Mexican food. Oh and stealing a van belonging to the bad guys. 

We spent some of our concert money on a really nice hotel, buying spray paint and painting the van and putting our logo on the side of it and then getting into more trouble. These fuckers wanted the Ass Martians out of the way with a grudge. 

We just want to get past this shit, play some fucking music and get laid. Especially since right now, we're experiencing a few minutes of fame from the concert and out antics which we kept putting up online for people to stream. 

So now we wait for our next gig, Eddies to show up or getting information on where we can find the fuckers are so we can fuck them up royally. I know there is some shit I forgot or glossed over real quick, but hey I'm a guitarist that goes by the name Cocksucker in a band called the Ass Martians, what are you expecting Shakespeare?

Cyberpunk The Sound of Music session two recap

 

First off thanks to Ezra for coming up with this great logo for us.

Second, this is very much an adult only game and session recap. Continue reading at your own risk.

Oh and third, if you haven't read the first session recap you can find it here.  

You know things are going sideways when a black AV parks in the street in front of the building your slumming in with a Zetatech corpo wanting to talk to you. But that's how it all started. Turns out that corporate guy we ran into at the coffins who was all messed up was pretty high up the chain at that corporation. Also he had been missing for two weeks. His behavior was completely and utterly different than his actual personality AND when we saw him he had a glass eye he kept taking out... he didn't have a glass eye on his record. 

Top this off with the NCPD cruiser we saw showing up when we left the strung out freak was evidently not NCPD at all. They have no record of a unit in that area or recovering a person there. So now all of our building paranoia is getting justified. At least Cocksuckers paranoia is. 

Things are getting hairy. And I'm not talking about Kerry Eurodyne hitting on us either. But he is cute so who knows, at least we got the gig to be his opening band at a one time show so that's something. 

Trying to figure out what happened as we now have the fucking corps breathing down our necks is stressing. But we've discovered that the dead guy was popping fake Tylenol PMs that were actually a straight up military level neurotoxin. Something that would explain his odd behavior. They guy who sold him these was a new hire at a local CVS named Eddie who quite the next day. We found him looking like a Jackson Pullock painting all over the walls of his apartment. Swollen Love Knuckle got a bit of him on his boots when we stepped in there. 

We retreat to the place to retreat to, getting drunk. Well okay Buttfucker was getting flat out wasted. Well okay he had been getting there most of the game. Then, believe this shit or not, things started really getting weird. Yeah they were fucking normal before this. 

Another wasted out corpo slumming at a bar. Acting exactly the same way as the last guy AND popping Tylenol PMs to boot AND has a glass eye. We lift the guys wallet and find out he's a higher up at Petrochem we make a decision to try and call his security folks before we get another dead guy on our hands. Oh this fuckers been missing for two weeks also. Trauma Team is called and we stand way the fuck back so we don't get our asses shot to doll rags while they pack him up. Also we find out he picked up the Tylenol PM at the CVS across the street, from new guy named Eddie, who just left work early after the sale. 

We just want to play some fucking music man.

Not to mention all through the game people were recognizing Buttfucker from the videos we uploaded that went viral as hell. Some of this data we got via Kenny and his contacts with Silverhand and his contacts with other big guys we'd rather not mention because we don't want to wake up dead. The ex corpo neighbor of ours who had gotten his brain scrubbed by Biotechnica at some point has gone missing. Oh and any attempt by runners trying to get the toxicology reports from the first dead corpo are hitting black walls really damn hard.

We just want to play some fucking music and get laid man. 

The session ends as we are on the stage doing our sound check right before the big show starts. We have Nomads as security. Silverhand has evidently got Morgan as his personal security guard. The NCPD still wants to talk with us. We've now been present at two major incidents involving really fucked up corpos. I'm telling you Cocksucker is getting really worried now. This is either going to go supernova and put us all over the net, or it's going to explode and put us all over the stage and the first few rows of the audience. 

We just want to play some fucking music, get laid and have enough cash to afford a full meal man.

WE ARE THE ASS MARTIANS AND WE ARE HEAR TO FUCK ALL YOU CORPORATE DRONES UP IN THE HEAD!

In two weeks session three happens. 

Cyberpunk The Sound of Music session one recap

 

I need to start this off by saying this Cyberpunk 2020 game I am in has gone so far different from any other one I've ever played in. Our GM's ability to change things up and just roll with it is astounding at times. Now let's get into the details.

We all rolled up Rockerboys. We decided to really go punk and actually go punk rock with it. To the point we are slumming in an abandoned building and scrounging for money. But hey we got some skills to play some music and we just got get ourselves heard. And get heard we did, for better or for worse. 

Now the juvenile humor was in pretty high swing here. But that really does fit a group of punk band members pretty well. We called ourselves the 'Ass Martians' and we don't sell out. Well but we did enter a competition for a chance to be an opening act at a special show at the dome. But the unforeseeable happened, something we did not expect, we won. Now we are actually on a pretty big list of names and we need to get the word out and promote ourselves somehow. Maybe after we get done getting wasted at the bar. 

 I figured some videos social media would be our way to break out. Of course the best time to record my other band mates is when they're drunk and highly susceptible to suggestion.  Mistake were made. People that got involved should never have been involved, innocent bystanders that were higher than a kite got involved. Accusations were made and crazy wobbly video footage of drunk people wrestling in front of a row of coffin hotels was made. 

Soon the band member known as Ceaser got a new name on social media as 'Buttfucker'. Yeah it was a twisted road that got to that point which somehow never actually involved any buttfucking. Although there was mention of it with some random guy... and maybe his sister. But we won't go there. The drummer, who kept talking about how swole he was, soon got the name 'Swollen Love Knuckle'. The both of them kept yelling at me when I was filming. Which in turned earned me the name I was called the most and dammit I became 'Cocksucker' somehow (me suggesting Kerry Eurodyne was cut had nothing to do with it... honest). 

One person caught up in one of our shenanigans was a corporate executive who was slumming it downtown to feed his drunk and debauchery habit. Which wouldn't have been bad except that he later turned up dead and we may have the last film of him alive... and high as a giraffe's asshole.  Now the Night City PD want to talk to talk to us (it doesn't help that Buttfucker and Swollen Love Knuckle were already wanted) about it in a very direct manner. Plus we're sure the corporate suits aren't going to like us either. 

The video goes viral. Buttfucker is getting recognized on the street by people now. Me and Swollen are selling t-shirts with his picture on them as merch. Oh and we got a pack of nomads hired as security at the big show we are doing. Can you say this isn't going to go well?

Now we are working on a few new songs. One dedicated to Johnny Silver hand and how he has influenced our band over the years. We are calling it "Johnny We Took Turns Banging Your Mom - a love story". 

In two weeks the adventures of the foul mouthed, asshole band known as the Ass Martians will continue. I'm just wonder how much worse it could get. But on the bright side nobody got shot in the first game and I got to swing a sledge hammer around on stage!

Until then follow this link to DrivethruRPG and buy the Cyberpunk 2020 corebook in print or pdf. Or just follow that link and buy anything so we get a little kick back. We need the money to cover the eventual court cases involving Buttfucker.