It'll be fun being on the cutting edge of technological development.
The Architect of Anarchy: A Cyberpunk Crafting Quest
- Thread starter Magoose
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- Mature Sci-Fi
I'm fine with whatever you come up with.
Nah you can just make one up.
I actually do but I see I'm outnumbered in that regard.
- Pronouns
- Reader
I have a suggestions. "In the hands of every legend, is a really cool gun."
"Do not prey for easy lives, prey to hold cooler guns."
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Personally, I was thinking about the Architect of Anarchy.
Because that sounds fucking cool and we're in the time of Johnny Silverhand and the anti corpo everything.
MP5s don't have 100 round drums though, and tbh the Calico's aesthetics are on point the genre of cyberpunk.
Is a non-shit Calico really so SoD breaking in a setting that has Adam Smasher in it?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
It is to me, who was seen first hand how utterly shit it is.
I can go on with my hatred for the Calico.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
These are the stats for your workshop that you have as you start.
You may wonder, where the hell are the components?
They will be there, and you will see them very soon in the turn.
The Workshop Stats:
Production Capacity: 1 (You are just one person, trying to build things with tools, grit and determination) (You can only make a maximum of 5 weapons per workshop action)
Tech Level: 2 (You have some modern hand tools and some instruments that you have to make weapons that won't kill you if you fire them) (Gain a +1 to quality rolls on finished products)
Energy Efficiency: 2 (You are connected to the city's power grid, and that will last forever. provided rent is paid) (Suffer no roll maluses during workshop actions)
Security: 5 (It would take a legendary solo to get into your home. and even then, they would have to be better than the Best. Or Adam Smasher) (All Enemies suffer a -10 to their attack rolls. and if they roll less then a 1 with modifiers or fall into the negatives, they will instantly die. only nat 20's cancel this out.)
Economic Stats
Funds: 50,000 Eddies (Used to buy items in the Markets)
Market Influence: 0 (You have no influence whatsoever. You are just a single gunsmith.)
Client Satisfaction: 0 (No one has ever used your weapon)
Black Market Affinity: 0 (You do not use the Black market)
Edit: Forgot something:
Relationships:
Arasaka Corporation (9/10) The Arasaka Corporation, and those who work in it, know of your reputation as a child of one of their best, and they may listen to you. (Bonus to dealing with members of the Arasaka Corporation)
You may wonder, where the hell are the components?
They will be there, and you will see them very soon in the turn.
The Workshop Stats:
Production Capacity: 1 (You are just one person, trying to build things with tools, grit and determination) (You can only make a maximum of 5 weapons per workshop action)
Tech Level: 2 (You have some modern hand tools and some instruments that you have to make weapons that won't kill you if you fire them) (Gain a +1 to quality rolls on finished products)
Energy Efficiency: 2 (You are connected to the city's power grid, and that will last forever. provided rent is paid) (Suffer no roll maluses during workshop actions)
Security: 5 (It would take a legendary solo to get into your home. and even then, they would have to be better than the Best. Or Adam Smasher) (All Enemies suffer a -10 to their attack rolls. and if they roll less then a 1 with modifiers or fall into the negatives, they will instantly die. only nat 20's cancel this out.)
Economic Stats
Funds: 50,000 Eddies (Used to buy items in the Markets)
Market Influence: 0 (You have no influence whatsoever. You are just a single gunsmith.)
Client Satisfaction: 0 (No one has ever used your weapon)
Black Market Affinity: 0 (You do not use the Black market)
Edit: Forgot something:
Relationships:
Arasaka Corporation (9/10) The Arasaka Corporation, and those who work in it, know of your reputation as a child of one of their best, and they may listen to you. (Bonus to dealing with members of the Arasaka Corporation)
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Then how about the drumfed Helghast assault rifle, maybe with a meme caliber instead of 5.56, like 357 or 44 Mag, or a modernized smokeless powder variant of 45 Long Colt?
Anarchists and gangbangers might just buy into those caliber's cowboy/outlaw aesthetic hand over fist. We can call it "The Marlboro", cause you're slinging a whole drum of "Cowboy Killers".
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
You are just triyng to give me an aneurysm, arn't you?
- Location
- California,USA
No he's got a point can we steal from other games for designs.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
I mean, sure, why the hell not?
- Pronouns
- Reader
Just a few guns skins I remember and was able to track down
Will we be able to branch out into biotech and gene modding at all?
Not really, if I wanted to give you an aneurysm then I'd have been suggesting the Fallout 4 Assault Rifle, which I'm not linking because I'm not a gunsmith and that thing gives me an aneurysm.
As sexy as the H-K slap is, imo we need something to be asking WWKTD (What Would Kel-Tec Do?) instead of WWJBD (What Would John Browning Do?) if we want to corner the Night City Market, those motherfuckers already get/got weird weapons.
Well, nevermind anything too fancy then. A small run of bigs guns maybe? While I don't want to just go "hurr durr AK-50", that could be a profitable option for a small run of guns in a popular (if more expensive) caliber.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
no... at least not in anyway that you can create.
You would be limited to what you can buy with the money you have.
You should be focusing more on WWJBD, rather then WWKTD... Because while the Memes of Kel Tec is fun...
John Browning has staying power, with two world wars and a thousand other conflicts in between.
Fucking 50 cals from ww1 are in space in Cyberpunk. Is that just a head cannon I am using to make a point?
No, I'm stating the fucking obvious. You think that after two world wars the M2 or the 45 will just be forgotten about by the men who use it especially when there is a huge supply of them still in surplus with ammunition aplenty.
Hell no!
With people chroming up I bet we could find a market for some sort of antimaterial/tank rifle.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
There is a market for that even before people got borged up.
Now, there is a civilian market for it outside of the rich and powerful, and the gun nuts.
To quote Hellsing Abridged: Bitches Love Cannons.There is a market for that even before people got borged up.
Now, there is a civilian market for it outside of the rich and powerful, and the gun nuts.
Turn 1
New
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Turn 1:
You blinked at the flashing alarm clock and sighed. Dammit. You'd overslept, again. That meant no early-morning dumpster diving for parts, no chance to scavenge the treasures lurking beneath the city's grime before anyone else got to them. Instead, you were stuck with the inevitable: getting ready for school.
That Fucking Academy. The bane of your existence, a soulless institution designed to churn out the next generation of Arasaka lapdogs. You hated everything about it, the propaganda, the pressure, the suffocating sense that they were trying to mold you into something monstrous. If it weren't for the constant threats from your parents, you wouldn't even bother showing up. Subtle threats, not-so-subtle threats, hell, they'd probably ship you off to whatever backwater hellhole Arasaka sent its prominent family dropouts if you hadn't kept up appearances.
So here you were, stuck in Night City, playing the obedient heir, at least on the surface. The plan was simple: bide your time, keep up appearances, and eventually, break free. You just needed enough of a nest egg to fund your escape, something that could launch you out of their reach and straight into your own version of greatness.
Dragging yourself to the shower, you braced for the ritual of scrubbing off the grime that made you… you: the smell of gunpowder, soldering fumes, oil, everything that reminded you of the late nights tinkering with machines, the sweat and satisfaction of building something with your own hands.
The corpo kids at the Academy would sneer at that, of course. Working with your hands was beneath them. They thought it was for drones, specialists, and people who weren't born into privilege like them. Idiots. They didn't realize what they were missing: the joy of creation, the knowledge that you could rely on your own skills instead of Arasaka's leash.
And what were they really aiming for, anyway? To burn out in a year, ruling over some pathetic little fiefdom Arasaka would hand them before discarding them like yesterday's tech? Just thinking about it made your skin crawl. The idea of becoming one of Arasaka's "samurai," some cog in their endless machine, was enough to make your stomach turn.
The only reason you were even here was because your parents had decided you were too much trouble back in Japan, too burdensome, too independent, too you. Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka, none of them wanted you even when you were young, and they most certainly wouldn't want you now. Night City, with its glittering skyscrapers and trash-strewn streets, was supposed to fix you. Or at least, that's what they thought. They sent you to the Academy to "straighten you out," but everyone knew what it really was: a way to curry favor with their Arasaka bosses. A proper heir, educated in the heart of the corporation's new power, would surely get them that promotion they were gunning for.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the videophone. Sighing, you grabbed it, already knowing who it was.
Kaji. Your parents' assistant-slash-caretaker-slash-jailer. The guy who'd been saddled with keeping you in line while they were off climbing the corporate ladder. He didn't have a last name, and said it was safer that way. No ties, no vulnerabilities. That was Kaji's way.
"Master Senji," Kaji said with a faintly exasperated tone as his face flickered onto the screen. "Sleeping in again?"
"Oh, come on, Kaji," you groaned, running a hand through your wet hair. "I'm not late, am I?"
"You're still soaking wet," he replied dryly. "I'll have the car ready. We'll need to leave soon if we want to beat the traffic."
"Can't I just walk? It's two blocks. I don't need to ride the damn car every day," you protested.
"Your parents would never allow it."
"Fine, then at least let me drive the stupid thing. We could take it out to the Badlands, there's barely a Nomad presence out there. It's safe!"
Kaji raised an eyebrow. "You know that's out of the question, sir."
"Why? What's the point of a car if I can't drive it?"
"Because, Master Senji," he said with a sigh, "your parents wouldn't approve. And you know it."
You rolled your eyes and slumped against the edge of your bed. "Killjoy."
"Please get dressed," Kaji replied, unfazed. "We leave in ten minutes."
As the screen went dark, you muttered curses under your breath. Another day of playing the role, pretending to care, pretending you weren't counting the days until you could leave this all behind.
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The Academy was always brimming with local Night City kids, the ones Arasaka had plucked from the streets in their relentless bid to mold the next generation of loyal corporate drones. You, however, were the anomaly. You weren't Gutter trash clawing your way up from the bottom—you were from Japan. And you didn't belong here.
This place was a grand experiment, a twisted pet project to craft loyalty from scratch. After all, kids raised to revere Arasaka from birth made far better pawns than random nobodies plucked off the streets. Saburo's latest district needed the brightest minds, the sharpest tools, and the most obedient pieces on his board.
If only you could openly mock that old bastard, the so-called visionary who was reshaping Night City on a whim. Saburo Arasaka, the man who thought himself a god, pulled strings with no discernible pattern, just raw power and privilege. He didn't care about the people here. Night City was just another jewel in his corporate crown, its glittering lights and rampant innovation a stage for his ego.
The city had become a haven for inventors, tech companies, and cyberware pioneers, a chaotic symphony of ambition and greed. Saburo didn't care for its pulse, its people, or its potential. He cared only for what it could bring him: more power, more control, more loyalty.
As you stepped into the Academy, you felt the weight of their stares. It was always the same. Eyes tracking you, sizing you up, searching for weaknesses, for any crack in the armor. It was a game to them—predators looking for the first sign of weakness.
You sighed, forcing yourself to ignore them. They weren't brave enough to confront you directly, to try anything overt. Not because of you, but because of what you represented.
They knew your name, but not who you were. To them, you were a symbol, a reminder of the invisible wall that separated you from them. Your parents weren't just wealthy, they were almost untouchable, practically brushing shoulders with Arasaka's board of directors. Your family's name wasn't just old; it was legendary, intertwined with Japan's ancient history and dripping with the kind of prestige Arasaka worshipped.
To them, you were untouchable. Revered, resented, and entirely out of reach.
But they didn't know the truth.
You weren't just another heir to a kingdom within Arasaka's empire, destined to be groomed into a weapon or a puppet for the corporation's whims. You were more than the legacy your parents tried to force on you.
You were a builder. An inventor. A dreamer.
And unlike the rest of them, you didn't want to inherit the world as it was. You wanted to change it.
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And when it was over. You were home.
Finally, you could be Free.
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You have 3 Actions (That are considered safe actions) Safe Actions: You have safe Actions, these actions can be taken without any repercussions or roll against you by your parents or other forces.
You can take up to 6 actions, but if you do, know there will be consequences for doing that. Doubly so if you fail them.
[]Maintain the Academy: You are requested to fix something that the faculty is not able to deal with. So here you are. (A required action)
[]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
[]Try to Speak to Kenji: You want to talk to your jailor and see what he thinks. He knows your hobbies, and you want to know about… what he thinks about it?
[]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
[]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
[]A Concert: You want to have fun, and going to a local Rocker Boy Concert at the restaurant seems very entertaining.
[]Dumpster Dive Again: Return to your favorite early-morning haunts for parts. You never know when you'll hit a jackpot, or a gang will take offense to your presence.
[]A Corpo Party: You have been invited to a fellow student trying to host a get together. It's going to have everything. Drugs, booze, chrom… everything… maybe you can use it…maybe it will backfire, you don't know. But you do know, that not going there might cause you to lose something.
[]Assist a Fellow Student: A desperate classmate needs help repairing a project. They might owe you later, or you could hold it over their head.
[]Tweak the Faculty's Systems: Subtly alter the Academy's grading algorithms to favor yourself or sabotage someone else.
-[]Help Yourself
-[]Sabatoge someone else.
[]Develop a 'Personalized' Curriculum: Use school resources to work on your own tech project under the guise of coursework. Sure it's Dangerous, but maybe the faculty aren't stooges working for your mom and dad.
[]Meet with a Ripperdoc: Underground doctors for hire. They are usually discreet, but honestly… you never really know with them. There is a ripper down the street and you can meet him.
[]Join a Night Market: Set up shop at one of the infamous underground markets, where you can trade your creations and make connections with other outcasts and opportunists.
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You have One Workshop Action (This is separate from the actions above)
The Workshop is where all the magic happens, where you can gather materials, build weapons and armor, and begin to make your mark… one weapon or armor at a time.
You get 1 Rare component every turn.
Current Components:
100 Common Components (These are the standard components, and they are used to build anything. They offer a malus of -1 to the quality of the final product)
50 Uncommon Components (These are less common but no less useful components. Using
They offer no bonus or malus to the quality of the final product)
10 Rare components (The Best of the best that money can buy. Using Them offer a +2 to the quality of the final product)
Very Rare components (The kind you have to make yourself. You do not have the equipment to upgrade components to this tier. Using Them offer a +5 to the quality of the final product)
Super Rare Components. (The kind that requires special equipment to make, you do not have the equipment to make. Using Them offers a +8 to the quality of the final product)
Legendary components. (You can only gain them through successful edge runner missions from people who use your weapons. Using Them offers a +10 to the quality of the final product)
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[]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
-[]What weapon do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use?
--[]How many do you make (You can make only 5 weapons in total) Pistols, knives and blunt weapons and SMG's cost 5 components. Rifles cost 10, Heavy Weapons cost 20. These component costs can very depending on the weapon, and will be subject to QM statments.
[]Make Ammuintion: You will make ammo for weapons. It might not be sexy, but it's neccesery.
-[]What Type of ammo do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use.
[]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful ne design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
-[]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convinence so that I can prepare it better)
[]Firearms Licenses: You've decided to take the plunge and become a licensed gunsmith in Night City. On paper, it's a simple process: pay the city 20,000 eddies, and you're officially in business. In practice, though, it's anything but clean. The shadows of the old Mob still linger, even after being shoved out by the corpos and their bought-out cops. (Note costs 20,000 eddies… and can lead to hidden dangers)
[]Upgrading components: You will modify and make the components better.
-[]What components would you like to upgrade
--[]How many (Every component costs 2 to upgrade 1 tier of component better. Can only get up to Rare as you don't have the equipment for upgrading them to that.)
AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format please!
You blinked at the flashing alarm clock and sighed. Dammit. You'd overslept, again. That meant no early-morning dumpster diving for parts, no chance to scavenge the treasures lurking beneath the city's grime before anyone else got to them. Instead, you were stuck with the inevitable: getting ready for school.
That Fucking Academy. The bane of your existence, a soulless institution designed to churn out the next generation of Arasaka lapdogs. You hated everything about it, the propaganda, the pressure, the suffocating sense that they were trying to mold you into something monstrous. If it weren't for the constant threats from your parents, you wouldn't even bother showing up. Subtle threats, not-so-subtle threats, hell, they'd probably ship you off to whatever backwater hellhole Arasaka sent its prominent family dropouts if you hadn't kept up appearances.
So here you were, stuck in Night City, playing the obedient heir, at least on the surface. The plan was simple: bide your time, keep up appearances, and eventually, break free. You just needed enough of a nest egg to fund your escape, something that could launch you out of their reach and straight into your own version of greatness.
Dragging yourself to the shower, you braced for the ritual of scrubbing off the grime that made you… you: the smell of gunpowder, soldering fumes, oil, everything that reminded you of the late nights tinkering with machines, the sweat and satisfaction of building something with your own hands.
The corpo kids at the Academy would sneer at that, of course. Working with your hands was beneath them. They thought it was for drones, specialists, and people who weren't born into privilege like them. Idiots. They didn't realize what they were missing: the joy of creation, the knowledge that you could rely on your own skills instead of Arasaka's leash.
And what were they really aiming for, anyway? To burn out in a year, ruling over some pathetic little fiefdom Arasaka would hand them before discarding them like yesterday's tech? Just thinking about it made your skin crawl. The idea of becoming one of Arasaka's "samurai," some cog in their endless machine, was enough to make your stomach turn.
The only reason you were even here was because your parents had decided you were too much trouble back in Japan, too burdensome, too independent, too you. Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka, none of them wanted you even when you were young, and they most certainly wouldn't want you now. Night City, with its glittering skyscrapers and trash-strewn streets, was supposed to fix you. Or at least, that's what they thought. They sent you to the Academy to "straighten you out," but everyone knew what it really was: a way to curry favor with their Arasaka bosses. A proper heir, educated in the heart of the corporation's new power, would surely get them that promotion they were gunning for.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the videophone. Sighing, you grabbed it, already knowing who it was.
Kaji. Your parents' assistant-slash-caretaker-slash-jailer. The guy who'd been saddled with keeping you in line while they were off climbing the corporate ladder. He didn't have a last name, and said it was safer that way. No ties, no vulnerabilities. That was Kaji's way.
"Master Senji," Kaji said with a faintly exasperated tone as his face flickered onto the screen. "Sleeping in again?"
"Oh, come on, Kaji," you groaned, running a hand through your wet hair. "I'm not late, am I?"
"You're still soaking wet," he replied dryly. "I'll have the car ready. We'll need to leave soon if we want to beat the traffic."
"Can't I just walk? It's two blocks. I don't need to ride the damn car every day," you protested.
"Your parents would never allow it."
"Fine, then at least let me drive the stupid thing. We could take it out to the Badlands, there's barely a Nomad presence out there. It's safe!"
Kaji raised an eyebrow. "You know that's out of the question, sir."
"Why? What's the point of a car if I can't drive it?"
"Because, Master Senji," he said with a sigh, "your parents wouldn't approve. And you know it."
You rolled your eyes and slumped against the edge of your bed. "Killjoy."
"Please get dressed," Kaji replied, unfazed. "We leave in ten minutes."
As the screen went dark, you muttered curses under your breath. Another day of playing the role, pretending to care, pretending you weren't counting the days until you could leave this all behind.
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The Academy was always brimming with local Night City kids, the ones Arasaka had plucked from the streets in their relentless bid to mold the next generation of loyal corporate drones. You, however, were the anomaly. You weren't Gutter trash clawing your way up from the bottom—you were from Japan. And you didn't belong here.
This place was a grand experiment, a twisted pet project to craft loyalty from scratch. After all, kids raised to revere Arasaka from birth made far better pawns than random nobodies plucked off the streets. Saburo's latest district needed the brightest minds, the sharpest tools, and the most obedient pieces on his board.
If only you could openly mock that old bastard, the so-called visionary who was reshaping Night City on a whim. Saburo Arasaka, the man who thought himself a god, pulled strings with no discernible pattern, just raw power and privilege. He didn't care about the people here. Night City was just another jewel in his corporate crown, its glittering lights and rampant innovation a stage for his ego.
The city had become a haven for inventors, tech companies, and cyberware pioneers, a chaotic symphony of ambition and greed. Saburo didn't care for its pulse, its people, or its potential. He cared only for what it could bring him: more power, more control, more loyalty.
As you stepped into the Academy, you felt the weight of their stares. It was always the same. Eyes tracking you, sizing you up, searching for weaknesses, for any crack in the armor. It was a game to them—predators looking for the first sign of weakness.
You sighed, forcing yourself to ignore them. They weren't brave enough to confront you directly, to try anything overt. Not because of you, but because of what you represented.
They knew your name, but not who you were. To them, you were a symbol, a reminder of the invisible wall that separated you from them. Your parents weren't just wealthy, they were almost untouchable, practically brushing shoulders with Arasaka's board of directors. Your family's name wasn't just old; it was legendary, intertwined with Japan's ancient history and dripping with the kind of prestige Arasaka worshipped.
To them, you were untouchable. Revered, resented, and entirely out of reach.
But they didn't know the truth.
You weren't just another heir to a kingdom within Arasaka's empire, destined to be groomed into a weapon or a puppet for the corporation's whims. You were more than the legacy your parents tried to force on you.
You were a builder. An inventor. A dreamer.
And unlike the rest of them, you didn't want to inherit the world as it was. You wanted to change it.
------------------------------------------------
And when it was over. You were home.
Finally, you could be Free.
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You have 3 Actions (That are considered safe actions) Safe Actions: You have safe Actions, these actions can be taken without any repercussions or roll against you by your parents or other forces.
You can take up to 6 actions, but if you do, know there will be consequences for doing that. Doubly so if you fail them.
[]Maintain the Academy: You are requested to fix something that the faculty is not able to deal with. So here you are. (A required action)
[]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
[]Try to Speak to Kenji: You want to talk to your jailor and see what he thinks. He knows your hobbies, and you want to know about… what he thinks about it?
[]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
[]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
[]A Concert: You want to have fun, and going to a local Rocker Boy Concert at the restaurant seems very entertaining.
[]Dumpster Dive Again: Return to your favorite early-morning haunts for parts. You never know when you'll hit a jackpot, or a gang will take offense to your presence.
[]A Corpo Party: You have been invited to a fellow student trying to host a get together. It's going to have everything. Drugs, booze, chrom… everything… maybe you can use it…maybe it will backfire, you don't know. But you do know, that not going there might cause you to lose something.
[]Assist a Fellow Student: A desperate classmate needs help repairing a project. They might owe you later, or you could hold it over their head.
[]Tweak the Faculty's Systems: Subtly alter the Academy's grading algorithms to favor yourself or sabotage someone else.
-[]Help Yourself
-[]Sabatoge someone else.
[]Develop a 'Personalized' Curriculum: Use school resources to work on your own tech project under the guise of coursework. Sure it's Dangerous, but maybe the faculty aren't stooges working for your mom and dad.
[]Meet with a Ripperdoc: Underground doctors for hire. They are usually discreet, but honestly… you never really know with them. There is a ripper down the street and you can meet him.
[]Join a Night Market: Set up shop at one of the infamous underground markets, where you can trade your creations and make connections with other outcasts and opportunists.
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You have One Workshop Action (This is separate from the actions above)
The Workshop is where all the magic happens, where you can gather materials, build weapons and armor, and begin to make your mark… one weapon or armor at a time.
You get 1 Rare component every turn.
Current Components:
100 Common Components (These are the standard components, and they are used to build anything. They offer a malus of -1 to the quality of the final product)
50 Uncommon Components (These are less common but no less useful components. Using
They offer no bonus or malus to the quality of the final product)
10 Rare components (The Best of the best that money can buy. Using Them offer a +2 to the quality of the final product)
Very Rare components (The kind you have to make yourself. You do not have the equipment to upgrade components to this tier. Using Them offer a +5 to the quality of the final product)
Super Rare Components. (The kind that requires special equipment to make, you do not have the equipment to make. Using Them offers a +8 to the quality of the final product)
Legendary components. (You can only gain them through successful edge runner missions from people who use your weapons. Using Them offers a +10 to the quality of the final product)
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[]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
-[]What weapon do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use?
--[]How many do you make (You can make only 5 weapons in total) Pistols, knives and blunt weapons and SMG's cost 5 components. Rifles cost 10, Heavy Weapons cost 20. These component costs can very depending on the weapon, and will be subject to QM statments.
[]Make Ammuintion: You will make ammo for weapons. It might not be sexy, but it's neccesery.
-[]What Type of ammo do you make?
--[]What type of components do you use.
[]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful ne design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
-[]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convinence so that I can prepare it better)
[]Firearms Licenses: You've decided to take the plunge and become a licensed gunsmith in Night City. On paper, it's a simple process: pay the city 20,000 eddies, and you're officially in business. In practice, though, it's anything but clean. The shadows of the old Mob still linger, even after being shoved out by the corpos and their bought-out cops. (Note costs 20,000 eddies… and can lead to hidden dangers)
[]Upgrading components: You will modify and make the components better.
-[]What components would you like to upgrade
--[]How many (Every component costs 2 to upgrade 1 tier of component better. Can only get up to Rare as you don't have the equipment for upgrading them to that.)
AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format please!
[X] Plan: How Bad can it be?
-[X] Maintain the Academy: You are requested to fix something that the faculty is not able to deal with. So here you are. (A required action)
-[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
-[X]Try to Speak to Kenji: You want to talk to your jailor and see what he thinks. He knows your hobbies, and you want to know about… what he thinks about it?
-[X]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
-[X]A Concert: You want to have fun, and going to a local Rocker Boy Concert at the restaurant seems very entertaining.
-[X] Join a Night Market: Set up shop at one of the infamous underground markets, where you can trade your creations and make connections with other outcasts and opportunists.
-[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful ne design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
--[X] A magazine fed, semiautomatic heavy rifle, chambered in .50BMG with a long stroke gas system.
-[X] Maintain the Academy: You are requested to fix something that the faculty is not able to deal with. So here you are. (A required action)
-[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
-[X]Try to Speak to Kenji: You want to talk to your jailor and see what he thinks. He knows your hobbies, and you want to know about… what he thinks about it?
-[X]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
-[X]A Concert: You want to have fun, and going to a local Rocker Boy Concert at the restaurant seems very entertaining.
-[X] Join a Night Market: Set up shop at one of the infamous underground markets, where you can trade your creations and make connections with other outcasts and opportunists.
-[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful ne design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
--[X] A magazine fed, semiautomatic heavy rifle, chambered in .50BMG with a long stroke gas system.