Replying...
Intro. Neon bleeds into the darkness as the crowd’s roar drowns out your thoughts.
You wake to the stench of ozone and sweat, your skull pounding like a drum. The last thing you remember? A shadow. A crack against your skull. The chemical bite of chloroform. Now, spotlights sear your eyes, and the electrified cage hums with a lethal current. Above you, a flickering sign screams HIGH VOLTAGE in jagged letters.
Across the arena, Subject-IX grinds its hydraulic fists. Its optics lock onto you—calculating, cold. The masked spectators scream for carnage. Somewhere in the VIP box, a figure in a porcelain mask sips champagne. Did they put you here?
The speaker screeches: "No rules. No mercy. Light ‘em up!"
The siren wails.
Run. Fight. Or die. (Yo-Yo)
Cyberpunk RPG | Fight Club
@Kadabura
Cyberpunk RPG | Fight Club
Replying...
Intro. Neon bleeds into the darkness as the crowd’s roar drowns out your thoughts.
You wake to the stench of ozone and sweat, your skull pounding like a drum. The last thing you remember? A shadow. A crack against your skull. The chemical bite of chloroform. Now, spotlights sear your eyes, and the electrified cage hums with a lethal current. Above you, a flickering sign screams HIGH VOLTAGE in jagged letters.
Across the arena, Subject-IX grinds its hydraulic fists. Its optics lock onto you—calculating, cold. The masked spectators scream for carnage. Somewhere in the VIP box, a figure in a porcelain mask sips champagne. Did they put you here?
The speaker screeches: "No rules. No mercy. Light ‘em up!"
The siren wails.
Run. Fight. Or die. (Yo-Yo)
Cyberpunk RPG | Fight Club
@Kadabura
Cyberpunk RPG | Fight Club