Your Mission
The Computer has generated the following mission for your team. It has been carefully designed to ensure the maximum safety and satisfaction for your team.
Paranoia is the Irrational Fear Someone is Out To Get You
(Fear) Dominant type of fear to install in the PCs: The PCs' service firms or secret societies are endangered.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: Changed perceptions only certain characters (ORANGE nightcycle vidshow cameraperson (indifferent bystander, drugged (sandallathon, visomorpain))), including one or more PCs. The changed perception is sight.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A senior CPU efficiency consultant, who overreacted in imprudent ways in an effort to get proper paperwork filled out. (The identity of the Someone need not be obvious at the mission's outset, and in fact things may play out more appropriately if the Someone is not discovered until late in the proceedings.)
(Out To Get You) General apparent threat posed by the situation, or the consequences if the situation is left unresolved: The "Someone" in a Proper Bedding Maintenance Hall of Fame is flooding the networks with viruses. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Via high-frequency radio transmission that gives PCs excruciating headaches and sends petbots crazy with excitement. Briefing time is wrong. The information is missing, replaced by [INSERT DATA HERE] or similar. Secret society contacts or servile truckling to The Computer may fill in missing data.
Briefing: Briefing is in cone rifle fuse packing facility. Briefing officer wears specialized armor suited to circumstances (environment suit, Faraday suit, asbestos clothing, if no specialty is useful, substitute kevlar) and fiddles with an exotic-looking cone rifle (ammo as in entry 9); expects attack at any moment.
This Mission: Guard INDIGO HPD&MC studio head on his latest pleasure trip. Pay no attention to his odd comments.
Outfitting: PLC: PLC office openly and entirely subverted by Internal Security plant (hiding as FCCC-P); continues business as usual, unless PCs show signs of alerting the authorities.
Debriefing: Room contains nothing but miniature stools, where the PCs perch with difficulty and discomfort.
Find weird phrasing, clearly erroneous output, or other signs of filthy commie mutant traitor sabotage? Copy the offending passages and email them to the High Programmer for investigation.