rrr SROSOLRDS The EvroTheatre Sourcebook for Cyberpunk® 1992: let's see if we can make it a bit brighter than this, K? EMR eeEUROSOURCE BOOK Weitten By: * Mark Galeotti Gover: *© 1991, Doug Anderson stations: * Lawrence A. Williams # Eric Etheridge * Dan Villalovos * Mike Jackson ‘Art Direction: ‘* Matthew Anacleto Eating: * Derek Quintonar, S.E. © Britt Daniels | Paytesting | end Assistance |e RB Annis | © Simon Bonney + Sue Bouchier * Brutus Lol Elson ‘ NilsErk Fohlvik Shaun Hovers lan * Hons Jomlind * Chris Joul * Steve O'leory * Magnus Seter * The Smaltaregréind Maniacs * Just Stuort John Wilson # Andy from the Games Castle There's a new Edge in town; a new style. It's smoother, more subtle, with the sheen of expensive metal and silk. It moves through the cabarets and clubs like a cyberteched shark, seeking the action, defining the fashion, choosing its targets with preci- sion. When it goes for the kill, a momentary fog of blood hits the water, then, once again, the smooth, remorseless waves dlose over the body. What get it, t? It's Eurostyle, And there's only one place you can This book takes you there; across the Atlantic in streamlined, stratliner comfort, to a place known and envied by those few ‘American Cyberpunks who can scrape up enough euro to “hop the pond". New Europe— in ll its greed and grandeur, graffitti and glory. The place that sets the pace and makes the style. And a place where a deceptive tameness hides an even more lethal ruthlessness. Here you'll meet the elite; the rulers of the most powerful en- fity on earth: the European Economic Community. You'll look into the megacorp boardrooms, the governmental sanctuaries, and the filthiest street hovels. You'll party with the Goldenkids in Cannes, dreampaint in Paris, scuffle with the Meatboys in Liverpool , dodge toxic waste and riots in Eastern Europe, face down the KGB in Leningrad, and maybe grab a few gamma~ rays on the turbulent Greek Islands. It's a whirlwind tour of the Euro-Continent, complete with three slammin' new adventures to make sure you ain't sleepin’. So here's your ticket, ripperboy. Grab your seat; the party's just starting. Here's Eurostyle— in your face.