The Galaxy is our Oyster

2073 AD Earth is overcrowded and depleted. The people are poor, the minerals are gone, but the factories are still working, because the Guild is still working. Many years ago, the few nations that still had any fairly elected power forced the space mining corporations to conglomerate into one body. The Guild. And Hober, one of the Guild’s most loyal Associates, was waiting for it. Unless he received the tip from his superior, the minerals he held would be stuck in paperwork from his Directorate for months. He glanced at his wrist, after a slight spark of feeling from it. Embedded in it, smaller than a pea, was a computer that projected some words on his skin from underneath. “Money Received - 5000000 Credits”. Hober scowled. Not as much as he got last time, true, but still more than the average human would earn in a lifetime. The average human, who would never reach space, remaining forever in mystery to the Guild’s business, open only to those who had earned the money to work in space. Once he returned to Earth and retired, the money he received would go to his election campaign in his home country. Elections these days required more money than popularity, but the job you got afterwards paid well. He clicked his fingers, and the workers began to load the minerals onto the Vessel. Change “Supervisor” to “Guild”, and change “Defuser” to “Associate”. Add the following Building Blocks to the Ruleset: No Private Communication, Bounties, Virtual Actions. Remove the following Building Blocks from the Ruleset: Low-Player Mode, No Cooperation. The Gamestate Tracking Page becomes “Guild Business”.