Style

What kind of game this is — the register, the palette, the slang, and the lines we don't cross.

This is the tone document, and it's for everybody at the table rather than just whoever is writing pages. Three questions it answers: what register are we in, how do we talk about technology, and what are the lines we don't cross.

Nothing here is a secret. If a scene at the table doesn't feel like the campaign, this page is probably where the mismatch is.

The register

Anime action, comic-book science, and consequences that stick around. Those three dials are the campaign's voice, and the first one is the loudest.

Nobody gets shot for filling in a form wrong, and nobody shoots their way out of a form either. That's the balance, not a third genre.

Why the Japanese corporations are everywhere

Deliberate, and it's a genre decision. Five of the eight megacorps are Japanese, which over-represents them relative to any plausible economics, and we keep it because it earns us the anime action vocabulary: corporate strike teams with a look, the Red Samurai as an image rather than a stat block, Mitsuhama's Zero Zone as a promise the table can feel, arcologies, neon, rain on a tower plaza. That vocabulary is most of what makes a Shadowrun fight fun to describe, and the Japanacorps are where it lives.

Which makes the characterisation discipline more important, not less. Taking the action cues does not license taking the 1980s cultural cues that came bundled with them. So:

Short version: steal the storyboard, not the stereotype.

Comic-book science

Radioactive sludge is far more likely to produce ninja turtles than radiation poisoning. That is the causality of this setting, stated as bluntly as it can be.

The Green Tide is a catastrophe, and the register of the catastrophe is strange rather than clinical. What comes out of El Infierno is changelings, things in the channels that shouldn't be, paracritters where no paracritter has business being, plants that grow wrong, and people who are different in ways no clinic can name. What does not come out of it is a session spent tracking dose exposure.

Rules of thumb:

Technology voice: misuse the old words on purpose

The setting was designed in 1989 and we're playing it in a 2060 that has to sit on top of a real 2026. That mismatch is a voice opportunity, not an embarrassment.

The device: when 2060 needs a word for something the 2020s already named badly, characters use the 2020s word wrongly, or ironically, or as an insult. That is exactly how slang actually drifts, and it explains the anachronism in-fiction instead of apologising for it.

Worked examples:

What we don't do: explain the joke, or have a character deliver a lecture about how words used to mean something else. It's seasoning. One or two per session, dropped and left.

And keep the canon furniture with its canon names — deck, trodes, commlink, ICE, Mr. Johnson. Retro-futurism is the aesthetic. The misuse trick is for the gaps between canon's vocabulary and ours.

Visual palette

Moved, because it was the longest thing on this page and it's reference rather than register: Palette. Four neon accents with a job each, a background that isn't black, the rules that stop it becoming a casino, and a plain note about the fact that every image here is AI-generated.

The voice

Fiche keeps this wiki, so the pages about the world are written by somebody in it: second person to the crew, opinionated, occasionally wrong, and thin in the places where they wouldn't write something down. The table's own documents — this one, Homebrew, Table Agreements — are ours rather than theirs.

Slang goes in lightly and only the nouns. Nuyen, credstick, deck, trodes, stack, street doc, Mr. Johnson. Chummer and omae are things people say out loud, not things anybody writes in a note, so they belong at the table rather than on a page.

The full writing guide, including the prose habits we're trying to avoid, is a GM document.

Vernacular

Slang does more work than description. A character who says chummer has been placed without a paragraph. Use it lightly — a couple of terms a scene, not a dialect — and never gloss it in-fiction.

Canon street slang, period-right for 2053–2060:

Term Means
chummer friend, buddy — the default address between runners
omae same, warmer, slightly older-fashioned
drek / frag the two workhorse profanities; fragging as an intensifier
slot verb, contemptuous — slot that, and slot and run for a job gone bad
geek to kill. Geek the mage first is proverbial
biz work. A little biz, the biz, good biz
wiz / wizzer excellent. Dated by 2060, which is why older runners say it
hoi hello
null sheen / null perspiration no problem, don't worry about it
scan understand. Scan me?
meat the body, as opposed to the deck or the astral
chrome cyberware collectively. Wired for boosted reflexes
sammie street samurai. razorguy / razorgirl for the heavily chromed
face the crew's talker
fixer the broker who finds work and takes a cut
Mr. Johnson any employer who won't give a name. Always that name
nuyen the currency. cred, credstick for how it moves
SIN / SINless system identity, and the people without one
jack in, hot sim, dumpshock, ICE, black IC Matrix vocabulary
BTL / chip Better-Than-Life simsense. chiphead for the addicted
trid / trideo broadcast entertainment
soykaf coffee that isn't. Drunk constantly, complained about universally
street doc the surgeon who doesn't ask. talismonger for magical supply
wageslave / corper / suit someone with a SIN and a badge
milk run a job that sounds easy. Nobody says it sincerely
wetwork killing, as a contract line item
DocWagon medical extraction on subscription. Naming your tier is a flex. CrashCart is the cheap rival nobody has a good word for
paracritter, awakened, mundane the magical bestiary and its absence
bug insect spirit. Said quietly, if at all

Our local coinages, Los Angeles 2060:

Term Means
stack a subdivided building — one address, one riser, one pump, forty households
the Tide the Green Tide of 2056, never given its full name by anyone who lived through it
El Infierno the cordon around the poisoned coast — harbour, refinery belt, wetlands, and the beach cities. One name for the refineries and the beachfront, which is the whole point
ash country the burned, uninsurable canyon belt where the money used to be
the cuts the six ways through the Santa Monica bluff, all gated
thirty-four a floor used as an address, and by extension any meet that costs you a climb
day permit a Pueblo weekend crossing, and the people holding one
going over the docks moving cargo through the port rather than by air

Slurs exist and are handled per the portrayal audit in the GM notes. Trog, keeb, halfer, dandelion eater are in the setting's vocabulary. They come out of named NPCs' mouths with intent, never as table banter and never as scene-setting colour. If a slur isn't doing characterisation work, it isn't in the scene.

Lines we don't cross

The full treatment is in the portrayal audit in the GM notes. The four that come up weekly:

  1. Villainy is institutional. Corporations, agencies, contracts, party machines. Never a people, never a religion, never a neighbourhood.
  2. Poor is not ruined. The working districts have institutions and are functioning. The emptied places are the hills and the desert suburbs, which is where the money was.
  3. Name the place. Real Los Angeles institutions with addresses. Somebody at this table will check.
  4. Nobody gets to be the good guys. Not the crew, not Pueblo, not the district with the working council.