RIOT ON PC 47

Broadcasting in all media from the Asteroid 47 Penal Colony, famed Thesper Marlo Candide documented a shocking struggle between feuding Exile gangs. Arming themselves with gear from the zMarshal's personal armory, two terrifying rival krewes, the RS Komets and BC-47, went at each other with everything they had. The entire asteroid served as a makeshift war zone for these twisted freaks as they lit up the void of space with their crossfire. In the end, BC-47 dominated the field after forcing the Komets to attempt a desperate flameout!

The Card Story

The Technology of Z-G freed us from gravity and ushered us into space. It also gave us the game. Which became our obsession…

"He's coming to - we've got him this time. Open those eyes, BREATHE. You can do it now." Zak slowly rises from a mist-filled cryogenic chamber. Hands wipe the film from his face, and he looks up dizzily.

"Where am I?"
"This is a Sleeper clinic, a hospital. You are cured. But you've been under a long time…"
"How long have I been out? Where's my sister?"
"You've been asleep a long, long time; nearly 100 years. You died twice, so your revival required almost a year of reconditioning. You're lucky to be alive at all."
"But my sister? She was sick too, she…"
"Zak, she is the reason we woke you. Lodetek, holographic computers, gave us sentient helpers, creating the Neutopia. But with them arose new questions of humanity and morality."

Zak drifted away into sleep again. When he awoke, an intense young man sat rigidly next to his bed.

"Well, you're finally up. Excellent! My name is Ice. I'm your legal guardian in this brave new world. You're a curiosity, you know - the only Sleeper who was actually born in the last millennium. The reporters are clamoring for interviews. Things are very different from when you were last around. But let me explain why I am here. We are looking for someone accused of crimes against humanity. Sedition, illegal cloning, creation of Lodes without internal constraint logic. A member of a criminal secret society, but with the talents of a Promethean. The inventor of the Lode, and so the creator of a new age. And with a unique connection to you…
"So let me make this very clear. If you ever want to see your sister again, you'll do exactly what I say and help me find my quarry."

Rush Hour Crash

“If I can’t win, at least I’m going to make sure the other guy loses. And that’s as true out of the Z-G Arena as in.”

— Barnibus Bailey, Commissioner of the ZGXL

neu New York, 7:18 a.m. EST August 8th, 2101
A 41-year-old businessman died last night after the skycar in which he was traveling from his home in Orbit to his work in New York City below collided with another Skycar on its way up. Authorities believe that the driver of a Ford Orbit Ranger vehicle had overrided the Artifex and taken over the controls himself. He was traveling in the wrong lane, was ignoring all commands of the Armada traffic interdiction officers, and zoomed past the first watch point without authorization. After the two vehicles crashed, the man’s Skycar fell 12 miles into the Atlantic Ocean.

While they could not stop the freefall, Rescue officials were on the scene when the car entered the water and were able to prevent it from submerging. However the driver was already dead (and is expected to have at least 1 year of reconditioning). They confirm that a man was discovered in the car.

Police say that another man was taken to NYU Hospital and was hospitalized overnight. Investigators are trying to determine who was driving at the time of the accident and what might have caused the fatal crash.

“Its getting crazy out there. At morning rush hour it looks like it’s raining there are so many ships coming down from orbit. They’ve got to do something to stop this mayhem. All these suburbanites are clouding up the sky!”

says Linker personality, Von Diego.
< End Transmission >

Space Rat Infestation Discovered in Lunar Orbit

“Those with free seats are the first to throw rotten fruit.”

— Barnibus Bailey, Hero of the Grange Wars

Disaster ships have been a NEWS OF THE GRANGE theme for a long time, but what about Garbage ships? Out in lunar orbit a long time married couple (both well-paid Consortium Proxies) were ordered out of their threemodule ship by the Armada because of the mess. Trash was so heavy that walls had separated from ceilings; Artifex cleanup crews had to cut their way through at some places to get to some of the garbage; feral cats and rats (a nest in one airlock, propped open no less, where one rodent weighing nearly 3 pounds) ran wild. As she witnessed the cleanup, the wife moaned that she was losing “everything that was precious to me.” One Armada officer mentioned off the record that increasing numbers of gravity humpers were coming into space with absolutely no idea of what they were doing.
< End Transmission >

neuTOPIA 2101AD

“We are too rich to struggle, too bored to care, too haunted to dare again. Your struggles, Exile, are our struggles, the virulent reverse image of our entertainment. Both our heroes and villians, you conquer the distant night. The Grange is desolate, but never lonely. We are always with you . . . Can I pay to watch you dream?"