31 Days Character Creation Challenge Day 07: The New Economy
Day 07 takes a departure in setting, if not system. Meet Madysyn from the Electric Bastionland hack The New Economy (by me).
| Favored Enemy: The Managerial Class. |
The glassy-eyed woman sitting on the other side of Svalte is Madysyn. She is far from home, and trying to figure out if this is a very detailed trip, or if she's really sitting here in the company of mutants and pyros.
Madysyn worked in the now obsolete circle of hell that's big box retail. Mauermart was the place, and she hated it like everybody else. The downright psychopathic behavior enabled by the axiom that "the costumer is always right". The managers who decided to abandon all humanity because they were a teetering half-step above you on the ladder.
When Mauermart went out of business it was not due to lack of costumers. The owners' insane wealth had become so fluid that the actual stores were no longer needed. The stock was sold to people with money, i.e. the dwindling middle class in their decaying gated communities.
The Mauerston family are safe in their bespoke underwater paradise-fortress, safe in their post-human body-sleeves. As far removed from their employees as gods. They are safe from Madysyn's wrath, For now.
So, Maydysyn went for the middlemen. The everyday tormenters. The managers and customers. On her way out she helped herself to a crossbow from Hunting & Sporting Goods. So far she's winged a regional rep, and killed the bitch Sharon who always made a scene with her expired fucking coupons. So many to go. Her life is a ceaseless search for redress, but Madysyn misses the easy camaraderie of the smoke-breaks.
Right now Madysyn is wondering if those "bleeding-edge Israeli combat drugs" she got off Sweet Eric at the laundromat isn't something else entirely. Maybe she's really in some messed-up fantasyland! Surely there are tormentors to reckon with here too?
Madysyn, the Getter-Backer
STR: 7 DEX: 12 WIL: 5
Bucks: 6 Hit Points: 1
Equipment
HOW MAY I HELP YOU-smock
a can of peaches
A fucking crossbow (D8, slow loading).
Bad Press. You know a fairly well-known Radiocaster (Sol’s Salty Extrusions! On the air when you least expect it!), and they don’t mind passing on some shit.
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