Your Mission
The Computer has generated the following mission for your team. It has been carefully designed to ensure the maximum safety and satisfaction for your team.
Paranoia is the Irrational Fear Someone is Out To Get You
(Fear) Dominant type of fear to install in the PCs: One of the service groups is breaking down.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: One kind of technological object (Old Reckoning artifact sought by three secret societies (Death Leopard, Program Group lackey for ULTRAVIOLET with white hair and an intravenous drip; looks old and haggard, yet is an insane melee combat monster, and Free Enterprise)) is behaving far too well.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A powerful mutant who wishes to see his own kind of mutants dominate, and normal humans and all other kinds of mutants subservient. (The identity of the Someone need not be obvious at the mission's outset, and in fact things may play out more appropriately if the Someone is not discovered until late in the proceedings.)
(Out To Get You) General apparent threat posed by the situation, or the consequences if the situation is left unresolved: Endless wave of assassination attempts will befall psychotic, kill-crush-smash-destroy, who uses the Troubleshooters as decoys while he protects himself. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Text message on PDC. Briefing time is wrong. The information is obscured by advertising (pop-up ad, jingle, viral marketing, etc.). Sponsoring advertiser may possibly have record of unaltered alert.
Briefing: Briefing is in empty chimney (or other large room). 4 briefing officers behind opaque bulletproof glass, voices electronically filtered.
This Mission: Accompany Tech Services mechanics making repairs to a group of bots (Scrubot) at INFRARED (Tension 1) empty FunBall arena (or other large room). We think one tech is a Free Enterprise member trying to derange the bots.
Outfitting: PLC: A PLC shop that has none of the equipment needed, but is willing to make appropriate substitutions, could be potentially cool stuff.
Debriefing: A pitch black room, with dim light filtering in under the entrance door. Unsettling clicking noises, like a trigger being pulled on a jammed gun.
Find weird phrasing, clearly erroneous output, or other signs of filthy commie mutant traitor sabotage? Copy the offending passages and email them to the High Programmer for investigation.