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Party Like It’s 1999

Story Beat

The year is 1999 in Boston, Massachusetts. We find ourselves on the cusp of a new century. Technological progress marches on, promising to lift the world into a new age of efficiency and excess. Of course, technology has made such promises ever since it was truly unleashed in World War Two. As with the end of that conflict, technology has lived up to its promises in a more sinister manner than intended. The same social and political paradigms rule the day, augmented, rather than broken by, technology. Workers still work. Harder now and for less. Races and classes still struggle against each other, their abilities to kill and control augmented. Humanity continues, robber barons still firmly at the helm.

This is where you find yourself. Maybe you’re a drone, struggling just to eek out a hint of an America that will always be a distant dream. Maybe you’re a middle manager, getting by just a little bit better by betraying the drones you once struggled with. Maybe you’re a financier, leeching off of the hard work of others and manipulating your grandparents’ savings on the stock market. No matter your flavor of survival, you’re a small, flickering light in The World of Darkness.

Tonight, though, things are different. You’re dressed in your best clothes, clean shaven and gussied up. You received an invitation to the New Year’s Eve party of the century. Maybe you won it in a raffle your local radio station hosted. Maybe you have a well connected friend. Maybe corporate gave a few out to high performing associates. Maybe your boss didn’t want to go and saw a chance to entice you into his office. It doesn’t truly matter how you got here, but you are here. Rubbing elbows with high society, drinking from a bar whose supply of liquor seems endless. Snorting cocaine and popping moly with the Mayor. If only for a night, you’ve made it. Now, knock on wood and pray to uncaring gods that nothing goes wrong.