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' secret societies have turned against them.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: The Computer has decreed a new holiday with odd customs and practices, and everyone knows about it but the PCs.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: An R&D experiment that went disastrously wrong, created by drugged (thymoglandin, hydropsionic acid). (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 Computer believes something horrible has happened, but gives the PCs no details, and forbids them to tell anyone for fear of starting a panic. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Announced over public address loudspeakers. Recognition password (to be given to briefing officer) is wrong. The information is obscured by advertising (pop-up ad, jingle, viral marketing, etc.). Sponsoring advertiser may possibly have record of unaltered alert.
Briefing: Briefing is in unrecoverable bot brain junkyard. Briefing occurs in a pitch black room, where the only source of light is from the corridor outside the briefing room filtering in under the door. 3 officers present.
This Mission: IntSec has been infiltrated by no less than 9 Commie traitors. Remove them; ensure they fall in the line of duty, so we can honor them as fallen heroes.
Outfitting: PLC: A Multi-Purpose Chute with graffiti "CompUSUKS!" above it-a password (Comp-U-SUK-5) into an unlimited account on this compromised machine.
Debriefing: A cavernous spherical reactor coolant chamber (recently decommisioned) with the PCs securely strapped into dentist chairs at wrist, ankle, waist and chin. The booming voice of the unseen officer echoes from strategically placed speakers.
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.