In response to two particularly evocative posts by Noisms
http://monstersandmanuals.blogspot.com/2016/03/cyberwolf-werepunkalypse.html
and
http://monstersandmanuals.blogspot.com/2022/10/the-apocalyptic-style-and-spiritual.html
I wrote the following. It borrows liberally from various other sources, but not until I peeped into Scrap Princess’s Noo Futura:
(https://shop.tuesdayknightgames.com/products/noo-futura)
and heard her hozos hum with endless liability did I understand the
greatness and genius of the jackalwere.
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So first
I scrawled down the following treatise:
But, on further reveiw:
The Megacorps are Wolfpacks.
YOU wouldn’t say werewolves. You’d say zombies: the stupid, fast Zak Snyder version. Yeah, I hate those too. That’s what they are though: feral humans, tattered, bodies breaking down from sweets and DA on schedule bar-pushing: the Wolf Mind is running things. They shamble about the shabby cityscape but can MOVE when motivated.
They can talk to you, but it will be gibberish. “I looked over and his eyes were white” kind of thing. They are pretty deep in their heads. But they also know stuff. The interface between fallen man and Corporate Wolfgog.
To get stuff out of them, though, you gotta enter the Wolf Space.
There are terminals. Mostly the packs gather around whatever kind of totem object – usually there’s a hidden PARALLEL that you can patch into a safe distance away. You get really unlucky, they found the parallel and have incorporated it into their outward-facing degenerate “civilization”. This TWISTED PAIR is a pain, but play your cards right you can do some sweet infiltration: better not get caught while you’re in Wolf Space though.
And don’t be in for too long regardless, because the rules change. You lose the door. Different personalities influence how its constituted. All according to the whims of the Moon.
(see Patrick Stewart’s http://falsemachine.blogspot.com/2019/06/gackling-moon.html perhaps?)
In
any Network Infrastructure, there will be:
The Breeding Pair
Alpha Male – most powerful at the new moon
Alpha
Female – most powerful at the full moon
The Pair Apparent
Beta Male – more powerful as moon waxes (Alpha Male’s darkness recedes)
Beta Female – more powerful as moon wanes (Alpha Female’s light recedes)
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Adolescents
Grubs (Pups). They may or may not actually be children.
The Omega Wolf
The network administrator. He is still human. The other wolves torment him, and yet they need him. Grizzled but alert. Why does he do it? For the sheer elegance of the system? Terrorized? Lazy, yet driven? Every Omega has a different story.
Dispersers
Kicked out, looking to form a new pack. Most probably will be killed. Tech Start-Ups. Move fast and break stuff. Look out for these guys. Note that they aren’t a single person: they are an operating PRINCIPLE: gathering a mob until they achieve some sort of stability with another PRINICIPLE or are put down by rivals.
Their Wolf Space is probably pretty wild.
Their Wolf Space might even have more Wolf packs, think of that, hidden away amidst the miasma.
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The VCs want to invest in something like that. Mold it to their needs. They need YOU to put in that SEED beans though, get out if you can before the door migrates under the aegis of that silvery satellite. Grow some beanstalks JACK, so that we can get some of that sweet BIOMASS. And further, perhaps even a bit of apotheosis for a derelict humanity:
16 And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not. 17 And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place! this is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven. - Genesis 28
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