Legal cardpool up to: Down the White Nile
MWL: unknown
Format: standard
decklist is mandatory!
Tournament starts: 13:00 (local time)
Store/venue: Spielbound Board Game Cafe
Address: 3229 Harney St, Omaha, NE 68131, USA
Contact: andrew@spielbound.org
Android: Netrunner not only has dramatic and exciting gameplay, but a wealth of history, characters, and lore to discover, explore, and ruminate on. Come be a part of that history by participating in FFG's Organized Play. The Store Championship is the easiest way to introduce yourself to the game and it's vibrant competitive scene. While the winner of a Store Champ will receive a first round bye in the upcoming regional, all participants are able - and encouraged - to proceed to regional, national, and eventually the World Championship.
So come be a part of the fun, on Sunday, March 4th at 1 PM. Participants must purchase a day pass (entrance free to SB members). We will have some lovely prizes available: promo "Fisk Investment Seminar", Smoke themed deck boxes, playmat, and exclusive, acrylic virus tokens.
"Welcome to Net Mercur, loyal listeners," Smoke's silky voice suddenly cuts in, interrupting the busy bustle of New Angeles. Her image snaps into place on virt displays all around Broadcast Square and throughout the city. She pushes her flowing, black hair into place behind her ear as she continues, "On today's daily casts we will be probing deep into the mysterious servers of Jinteki. I have been hunting for data on the legend, Obokata Protocol. You may scoff listener, but Obokata is real and today we shall reveal it to the world!"
Smoke reaches behind her head, jamming a wire into the port hidden below her flowing hair. Suddenly, the broadcast becomes distorted as we transition into her view of the network. Colors are much brighter here and gravity doesn't seem to follow quite the same rules. Smoke's avatar nimbly flows through cyberspace, like a graceful dancer, avoiding imposing barrier ICE and swiftly making quick work of Jinteki's loyal lapdog, Komainu.
"At last, we arrive..." Smoke's breathless whisper trails off in awe of the construct before her. A deep, dark red field surrounds what looks like a room filled to the brim with filing cabinets. Her avatar, awash in red light, reaches out and - Brzzzzzrtttt!!! The broadcast flickers and we briefly see Smoke with a contorted look of anguish on her face. The broadcast goes silent.
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