A brief nod from Childs, the hard-as-iron female owner and bartender of this harsh establishment, is the only welcome you receive upon stepping into the dimly-lit, smoke-filled taproom. You make your way to a lone table in a corner, which in itself is quite a difficult task to accomplish. Your hand never strays too far from your M13, its .74 signature on any troublemaker’s chest being the only effective insurance you can afford here in the Nines. You have been coming here every other day since you quit school and hit the streets, hoping to get yourself the respect you know you are due. The prospect of a future made of breaking your back in that damn Factory in Southside just wasn’t worth it; it might have been good for dad, which loved his Mighty Gorge midday hamburger and his CEN Football League to divert his mind from his dull existence, or for Mum, which cared only for school grades and was now heartbroken at you having been kicked from your technical class for hitting the teacher over his head with that wrench. But not for you, no sir. You’ve seen those Cartel ads and you instantly knew what you wanted to do: being a badass Doomtrooper, that is what is in store for you, yes sir! Respect, that’s what it’ll earn you. It will be a long trail, you know it, but shaking away the Corporation’s leash was the first thing to do. No one will drill those Capitol mind-jamming ads into your head anymore; no, sir, you will not have Mighty Gorge for lunch.

You have yet to make your name around the freelancing “business”, as your friend Vinnie used to call it, so you spend more time watching your back than looking for possible employment. Vinnie did the exact opposite and ended up face down into a pool of his own blood, cut to pieces by his newly-found freelance buddies, who most conveniently decided that splitting those cardinal’s in three was better than four. It’s not that you expect to be given any important work since you’re standing on your own, a nameless among the outcasts of the solar system; but once you’ve found those bastards that betrayed Vinnie, and put a few .74 slugs up their asses, maybe the crew will start talking about you.

Maybe then, you could earn a name that is worth some respect in this merciless world.

Welcome in the dark future of Mutant Chronicles, where your best options are either a life controlled in every aspect by one of the mighty Corporations or seeking fortune and fame by yourself as a Freelancer. Unless, of course, you want to entangle yourself into far more serious and sinister matters and join either the Brotherhood or embrace the Dark Symmetry as an Heretic.

This website is designed mainly as a support to my gaming group: as we are talking about a world which is set in far future, with much technology in every aspect of life (at least as much as the Pre-Fall and early Dark Symmetry Era are concerned), it somewhat felt that I had to create some multimedia content for my players. I wanted to more completely convey the sensation of roleplaying in a futuristic era, therefore I thought that in-game commercials from the corporations and websites hosted by various factions would have been a great add-on to our gaming experience.

This brings us to this website. Here you will find short, silly home-made videos that are supposed to look like commercials from the corporations; fake websites from said corporations and subsidiaries; and also, more regular downloads like home-made rules and blog posts from our gaming sessions.

The website is freshly new and it is still being filled with content, so keep coming back for news!