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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Underplex fortune cookies wanted 

Zzzz... Huh? What? I haven't posted in a week and a half? Oh. I attribute my despicable tardiness to layout chores on The Underplex, a 48-page PARANOIA location sourcebook by Paul Baldowski of the Traitor Recycling Studio. As Paul reports on his fine PARANOIA site, Omega Complex, The Underplex appears this coming March; he even has a screenshot to prove it.

The Underplex is a network of abandoned corridors, unmapped rooms, and officially nonexistent facilities that interpenetrates the entire underground city of Alpha Complex. Diligent laborers build rooms and dig tunnels; inattentive bureaucrats later order new construction, which happens to block access to the old. Over decades -- or perhaps after just minutes after a strong HPD & Mind Control propaganda campaign enforced by Internal Security -- everyone forgets about the old construction. Across the centuries, these defunct places have grown into a jigsaw network. Traitorous secret societies, grossly deformed mutants, High Programmer harems, and other refugees escape from Alpha Complex into this darkened parallel world. This is the Underplex.

No, it's not a dungeon! Instead, the inspiration here is the modern movement of urban exploration -- of getting into storm drains, steam tunnels, abandoned factories, military bases, and other built landscapes where you're not supposed to go. The Underplex isn't a place to go "adventuring." In its relentless search for traitors, The Computer dispatches into these tunnels many teams of loyal Troubleshooters, Armed Forces squads, and Internal Security teams -- all through separate entrances. Picture it: They're all feeling their way through the darkness, scared out of their wits; they're all heavily armed and ready to shoot anything that moves; two teams stumble on one another....

The Underplex describes this mapless labyrinth: the environment, residents, gear you need to explore it, and more. It includes a complete mission that kicks off an Underplex exploration campaign.

As in other PARANOIA books, each two-page spread of this supplement will include a terse little slogan, an atmospheric or comedic one-liner, at the bottom right. I call them "fortune cookies." See any past PARANOIA book for examples. Currently I have a good supply of generic Alpha Complex fortune cookies suitable for any product in the line, but I'm looking for funny fortunes that relate specifically to the idea of exploring unknown underground tunnels and caverns. Please post your suggestions in the comments, Mongoose Publishing won't pay you anything or give you a free copy of anything, but if you give your real name and I use your suggestion, I'll try to credit you in The Underplex.

Comments:
Sorry in advance for the two puns. I just couldn't resist.

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I thought nothing could smell worse than the food vats.

This looks just like Gerald-O's last special.

Is that Jim-Y-HFA?

It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

That's the last time I buy a map to the Outdoors at an IR Market.

This place reminds me of the decanting tubes.

4-page sequence
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Did you hear that?

There it is again.

What could that be?

Oh My Computer! It's -- AAARRRGGHHH!!!
 
You go left, I go right. We meet at the other side.

[This way to the INFRARED Market.>

Rejoice. You may scream as loud as you want.

Is that a warbot looking at us?

Trespassing ... allowed!

This green glow sure is a great save on flashlight batteries.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Come on, how dangerous can a reactor from the year 137 be?

Rope? I thought you said soap...

BOOH!

Almost as good as an Old Reckoning dig.

Welcome. Please meet my clone family.

Clonebrother, is it really you?

Happiness Officer, please see to the Hygiene Officer.

CLOSED, HIDDEN AND FORGOTTEN ABOUT FOR SECURITY REASONS

Where is the bathroom?

Not bad, for 17 year old Cold Fun.

Do you think they heard us? ...eard us ...urdus ...dus ...sss
 
Hey, at least it's not the OUTDOORs.

I don't know, that camera still looks active in my eyes.

Don't these places have tour guides?

Nonsense, we're not lost!

Hey, look! A shiny object!

You've been here for ten hours? Wow, I've been here for twenty years!

I should have taken my hormone suppresants when I had the chance.

What do you mean it doesn't exist? I saw-ZAP!
 
Hmm, is this green glowing slug treason?

It sure is dar-*thud*

Express elivator to HEL!

Wait, Is'nt HEL up?

AHHH!

What? Its just a rat.

No, radiation dont make rats grow bigger then a warbot.

AHHHH!
 
Just what is a grue, anyway?
We're all the same security clearance in the dark.
I'm sorry Citizen, but your current location does not exist.
First one of you to sing Hi-Ho gets terminated!
At least it's cleaner than the red barracks.
How deep down the rabbit hole do you want to go?
Don't ask me, I've never been there.
 
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