Selling Your Screamsheet to the Highest Bidder

We’ve been encountering a little bit of a screamsheet Renaissance lately. I love this because it aligns with my proclivities as a vigilante graphic designer. Plus, the screamsheet is one of those perfect little background elements of the big-c Cyberpunk setting.

Whether you’ve read the one your GM’s using to convey story hooks, or gazed in awe of the shit-hot new Rayfield in the copy Kirk hands you in 2077’s Streetkid origin path. If there’s a Media in your Crew, they may even sell an exaggerated version of your gigs to your local rag. Either way, screamsheets are always there.

Not too long ago, GMRUNSGAME gave you a perfect guide on how to make your own, peep that bad boy right HERE. And of course I posted a copy of Black Wall, which is the perfect screamsheet for characters who love UFOs and Bigfoots. We make a lot of focus on the content, but I know at least for me while I was laying out Black Wall something was missing.

Open a magazine, right now. Interspersed with the articles you claim to be the real reason you bought it, what do you see?

Ads.

Everywhere and anywhere. From the time of Randolph Hearst to Shane Smith, in perpetuity, advertising is the backbone of media. The medium is the message, and the message is that you need dick pills.

What we have for you here is nothing less than a cornucopia of ads to spice up your next scream sheet. From full-pagers to banner toppers, and a lot more in between. We’ve even added a few in for those who may set their games in places other than NC.

Black Wall – A Screamsheet for your Third Eye

In the back corner of the screamsheet stand, it calls to you. Past the sports almanacs and thinly veiled ads for hot tech wearing the desiccated hides of legitimate publications. Tucked between End Times Digest and 2600 Magazine. Black Wall, the home of the unexplainable. You grab a copy, some cheap ciggies, and a 4-pack of Tonus, the Soviet made Smash knockoff that costs half as much and is banned in 33 states.

The pirate station you get from Toronto’s playing a non-stop marathon of The Pink Opaque. And this month’s Black Wall has an interview with a woman in Omaha who claims she married the angel Moroni, and knows where the Golden Plates are buried. You’re not gonna sleep for days.

Black Wall is a quarterly screamsheet that you’ll probably find amidst the chaos of your Netrunner’s command center. They know the Truth is Out There, half their bandwidth is going towards SETI, and now you want to know more about the relationship between the Annunaki messengers and President Kress.