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: The Computer has taken a personal dislike to the PCs.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: The Computer has decreed a new holiday with odd customs and practices, and everyone knows about it but the PCs.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A lone Communist. (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: A minor malfunction in INDIGO (Tension 15) IR marketeer living quarters may grow into a major problem. The PCs must fix the malfunction and deal with the problems already created. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Special "breaking news" bulletin in middle of vidshow: interrupts crucial revelation. Identifies PCs by name. Message is intact and correct.
Briefing: Briefing is in Proper Bedding Maintenance Hall of Fame. Briefing officer is weird invalid (e.g., suspended in sound-dampening gel in a swimming pool communicating through a bizarre array of tubing).
This Mission: We suspect YELLOW PLC "Yellowpants" management consultant (bureaucratic obstacle, psychotic, kill-crush-smash-destroy), who's infiltrating a Production, Logistics & Commissary firm for Internal Security, of being a double-agent for Internal Security plant (hiding as Computer Phreaks). Infiltrate the firm and see where his allegiance lies.
Outfitting: Infrared Market: A "Broke" market. Troubleshooters always leave broke, with stuff that's broke. Bad deals all around.
Debriefing: A cavernous spherical reactor coolant chamber (recently decommisioned) with the PCs securely strapped into dentist chairs at wrist, ankle, waist and chin. The booming voice of the unseen officer echoes from strategically placed speakers.
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.