The hour is late. The sky is dark. A hard rain falls on the weak.

Govcorp rations education, medicine, magic, and tech to the favored ones. The rest of you have to subsist on odd jobs. Androids, trolls, and the unliving grind out their time in menial roles, constrained by myriad arcane restrictions on their movement, speech, and behavior. Unlicensed witches are subject to burning, and a witch registration is very expensive to get. The only real freedom is the anonymity of the net, but even there Govcorp dominates with advertising and intrusive tracking. You're always just one step ahead of them, you think. But it's hard to be sure. Are they just waiting to trip you up?

Take the roles of revolutionaries, quiet or loud, trying to effect improvements in the daily lives of ordinary people under a dystopic plutarchy reinforced by magic and technology.

Due credit: The rules run on the 24XX engine, and the cover art is BEEPLE.