#Hellsinky

[anheliotrope]

One thing that's not obvious from the Hellsinky session reports is how the combat felt. It was a glorious combination of operator-competency-porn and absolute slapstick. We managed to wipe out a dozen guys that with equal preparation had a reasonable chance to kill us in single combat. But on the other hand Cordoba used what was it... like 4 luck points to get a drone not stuck in window curtains? Cordoba has only 5 luck points, being shot in the head by a single rifle round in the face is lethal. Our house rule is that you can consume one luck point to redirect a shot to an adjacent body part, so your luck points are very important and had to spend them over something incredibly mundane just to get intel on where the baddies where.

It was at the precipice between competent and clowny.

We were all very proud of executing our very own pizzagate. I think several grenades in a pizza box is better than whatever pizzagate actually was about, I forgot.

[henchwife]

Cyberpunk Helsinki Player Character Overview

Started playing a Cyberpunk 2020 campaign with the gfs. The setting is modified, and the campaign takes place in Helsinki, in the mostly-lawless Humanitarian Zone.

The characters:

Maxx Machina is the group's Solo. She was an edgerunner until she lost her team. She cashed out, got a mindwipe, and moved to the HZ. She's been making ends meet as a bouncer, and has befriended the elderly couple who run the convenience store near her, the Parks. She has a pair of cyberarms from military service, and has fitted one of them with a DIY cybergun because she felt like it was Missing somehow. She lives in a tiny apartment and drives a shitty van, both of which the party make ample use of. (She got the van cheap from a liquidating sex shop. She painted over the old design, but it's still visible. She tells herself she'll deal with it. The check engine light has been on since she got it and she's afraid to check it.) She is a fucking UNIT and is one of the more functional party members. (I am playing Maxx)

Loco Supreme is an acrobatic courier with cyberlegs. She and her mom were hit by a minibus, and she turned to the local mob to handle the medical bills. Her mom is in stable care, but Loco works as a thief and a courier to repay her debt. She occasionally records her routes and posts them online (Streaming doesn't exist, but she wishes it did). She met Maxx by attempting to pickpocket her. Maxx more or less adopted her, and Loco often crashes at her apartment. She's a gremlin with a tendency to wander.

Astrid "Citrene" Siren is our Fixer. She's a rich, fast-talking socialite with a fixation on woo, especially crystals and rocks, which she will share with anyone whose vibe she wishes to improve. Her parents don't much like her, and her business school professors don't approve of her (lack of) method, but her stonk witchcraft is the only thing keeping her family afloat. Though she comes from a nicer corpo neighbourhood, she prefers couch-surfing and clubbing in the HZ, and is another frequent resident of Maxx's apartment. She is not especially tech-literate, and still uses AOL. She's not all there, but what's there is pretty good.

Cordoba Bloodbath is our Techie. She's a resident of the rough end of the rough end of town, Wall Street. She lives up in a shack, the few utilities she has access to are rerouted from other dwellings. Cordoba thinks she's cut from a different cloth than most people, and that she just hasn't gotten her big break yet. She befriended a sick, retired techie, and he mentored her in surveillance, security, electronics, and software as thanks for looking after him. Neither would admit it, but they both appreciated the kindness. After parting ways with the old man, she started taking work, either through his contacts, or her own searches. She only has one drone, but it's a drone that's seen ample use. She met the group after Citrene put out feelers for a budget drone surveillance service. She thinks she has to be scary and dangerous to have agency and respect, and tries very hard to look it, with mixed success. Maxx chauffeurs her in the van.

[industrialgender]

literally 6 weeks until the next show im going to. might as well kms.

[inlustris-infensus]

Hellsinki Metal Festival 2023

Helsinki, Finland

[jatsi1]

#HansOpDeBeeck : #Vanitas #XL . #Silent #Parade . #art #statue #exhibition . #Helsinki #Hellsinki #Finland . #Jatsi #JatsiPicture (paikassa Amos Rex) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmt_HmnNK-2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ultralowoxygen]

Suicidal Angels by Turkka Miettinen Via Flickr: Hellsinki Metal Festival 2023

[gerandor]

my first zosan fic is finally here:) Hope you enjoyed!

[goldengranolabar]

If the cities in MH universe have some alternation in the name (Scaris, Boo York, etc), would the capitals of the Nordic and Baltic countries be Hellsinki, Shockholm, Booslo, Creepjavik, Ghostenhagen, Dauntlinn, Freaka and Killnius/Chillnius?

[samyelbanette]

Samy Elbanna performing with Apocalyptica at Hellsinki Metal Festival on August 12th, 2023.

Posted to Instagram by photographer samaelcreative on September 8th, 2023.

[rbf451]

joelhokka  Hellsinki hellhole headline nordis 2morrow - rajallinen määrä lippui lippu.fi 🤝

[henchwife]

Cyberpunk Helsinki Session #8 (Last one)

First order of business was adding some more holes to the generator's fuel tank. It still hadn't exploded, so now it was a Problem. The hope was that the extra holes would reduce the pressure in the tank, and weaken the tank more on one side to direct flames or explosion outward, away from building A1. It didn't explode, but it made the fire more aggressive. We called that a partial success.

Maxx watched the doors of the most likely exit building while Cordoba caught up. Feeling brave, Loco headed into the quiet garage and snuck a peek upstairs. It was entirely empty up there, save the open weapon crate, a gaping hole through the brick wall leading into the apartment building next door, and some drag marks on the floor leading through the hole. We'd been right, at least. Citrine caught up with Loco, and they both took stock of the dead. We had three outside, one on the roof, one in the yard, and one unlucky fellow who'd taken the brunt of the pizza mine. Two bikers, 4 camo pants. No sign of the sniper's body. We were still expecting 3 bikers, and a possible 4th guy.

Loco peered through the hole while Citrine hung back. It led into a tiny one-room apartment. No bodies, no bikers. She tried opening the door sneakily, but the door opened outward into the hall, towards where the remaining bikers were, and they lit up the door immediately. Loco wasn't hit, but now they were onto us. They hadn't gone far, but we'd need to find another way in. Maxx and Cordoba started opening doors outside, using Cordoba's drone to look inside for stairs. The first door led to another apartment. Second door resulted in another burst of gunfire. We'd found the stairs. We heard frantic voices from the stairwell. One of the guys on the phone, screaming about "the neighbourhood being on fire" and someone "sending the fucking military".

I was grateful they didn't know we were 3 skinny bitches with handguns backed up by their single pocket tank running from one end of the building to the other.

At this point though, we were at a bit of an impasse. Citrine joined Loco, and we all took shots into the upstairs hallway. We couldn't see what we were shooting at, and had no way of knowing if we were hitting. We heard the one on the phone arguing about whether or not he could get 9Lives (Finland's Trauma Team) to pick them up if his member's card hadn't arrived yet. We were potentially looking at a hard time limit if he got the answer he wanted.

Cordoba tried making a jury-rigged smoke grenade by lighting her battery pack ablaze. She tossed it to Maxx, and Maxx tossed it inside. Not very well, though. The pack landed halfway up the stairs and spewed smoke in our direction. We couldn’t see them, but at least they couldn’t see us either. Another partial success.

Cordoba checked an upstairs apartment with her drone. No bikers, but the tenants were there. They were understandably terrified, but alive. Maxx boosted Cordoba up through the window, and Cordoba, Loco, and Citrine coordinated their efforts to shoot through the doors. They all received bursts of AK fire in response. Cordoba and Loco were lucky, Citrine not so much. She'd caught shots in the torso. She was alive, but wounded. We had a definite time limit.

Maxx charged up the stairs through the smoke while Cordoba jammed her cyberfinger through one of the bulletholes in the door and used her strobe. We weren’t sure if the bikers were affected. Maxx ate a burst from the guy watching the stairs. He had another next to him whose cyberlegs had been taken out by the initial EMP. He was likely the source of the drag marks through the hole. He wasn't armed, thankfully. The burst was cut mercifully short by the biker's gun jamming. He tried throwing it, and it tumbled down the stairs. Now both unarmed, the two went down easy.

I'd been really worried about getting shot to shit since I'd either been careful or lucky before that point, but it turns out being completely armoured and having a 9 in Body is genuinely helpful in not dying.

The closest guy, to Maxx's left, had apparently been trusting the two by the stairs to handle the exit while he and the last biker watched the two hall entrances. They now both turned their attention to Maxx. Cordoba and Loco used the distraction and shot through their respective doors, wounding the biker and taking him out of the fight.

The last guy we recognized from TV. It was the war criminal, Valkiapáá. We hadn't actually counted on running into him here. He had a phone in one hand, a handgun in the other, and an armoured coat like the bikers. He and Maxx both magdumped. Maxx had better aim, punchier bullets, and a whole lot more of them. Valkiapáá dropped, and the fight was over.

While we were double-tapping the bikers and guards, Valkiapáá's phone rang. It was 9Lives. They said they'd be on the scene in the next 3 minutes. We finished up, took the phone with us, and gave Valkiapáá one more just to be sure. On the way out, we let the building tenants (In A1 and A3) know the shooting was over, but they should evacuate in case the fire spread.

We hauled Citrine to Maxx's van and patched her up as best we could before bringing her to a proper backalley doctor. We'd all gotten a good share of scrapes and bruises, but we were alive. We got dinner and crashed at Maxx's apartment.

We awoke the next morning to our handiwork on the news. The police chief was being questioned about the russian bikers' possible status as police informants. Seems Peippo had made good on his promise. The rally that had been planned that morning to protest Valkiapáá's release had been last-minute reorganized into a general anti-far-right protest, and went uneventfully.

Syóveri, our original clients, who were very much unaware of our exploits the previous night and felt very far away by this point, asked us to provide guard duty for their set at the Hellsinki festival later that evening. We all scraped ourselves into a remotely presentable shape and stood watch during their performance. This too, went without incident.

It had been the most eventful night any of us could remember having, and none of us was sure if we could go back to regular guard work, even if we wanted to.

[ilkitie]

Mayhem at Hellsinki Metal Festival, Helsinki Finland 10th August 2024.

pics (as shitty and grainy as they are) are by me.

[inlustris-infensus]

Hellsinki Metal Festival 2023

Helsinki, Finland

[jatsi1]

#Leprous - #Aphelion #European #Tour #2023 . #Tall #Poppy #Syndrome #Bilateral #Coal The #Congregation #Malina #Pitfalls . The #Sky Is #Red . #progressive #metal #music #gig at #Hellsinki #Helsinki #Finland #NoFilter (paikassa Vanha ylioppilastalo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpvcCdBtrT5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dickinson-devotee]

#Repost @/emmijulia666

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Bruce and the House Band of Hell in Hellsinki!

#brucedickinson #themandrakeproject #themandrakeprojecttour #thehousebandofhell #tanyaocallaghan #davemoreno #philipnäslund #mistheria #chrisdeclercq #metal #ironmaiden #concert #kulttuuritalo #livemusicphotography #concertphotography

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Helsinki, June 13, 2024

Shared June 19, 2024

[queenbeeibee]

There's a picture of Gritt and Queen Bee hanging out together that's been floating around on the internet. Beneath the picture are the words, "Rockstar imp 'G-Spot' seen getting close to Queen Bee! Possible romance between the two celebrities?" What's Bee's reaction to seeing this?

The article had popped up as Bee was scrolling her phone, piles of completed paperwork pushed off to the edge. It was only fitting, she thought, that she rewards herself a bit for finally managing to rewrite that report Paimon had been asking her for. She'd just clicked onto her email when the notification popped up - and the moment she saw the article name, she burst out into wild laughter.

"H-His name isn't even G-SPOT!" Bee howled before clicking to read the rest of the article, grin getting larger with every word. Within a few moments, she was screenshotting the page and sending the picture off with a little message to a certain rockstar Imp- Did you change your name without telling me??? SOOOOOOOOOOO LAAAAAAAME. :c :D Article's super funny, btw. It's from that Tabloid, The Hellquirer. Apparently, you and I are having a secret affair, cuz last week they said I was dating some guy from Hellsinki???

@hannah-the-small