2023, Arasaka tower bombing.

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Welcome to the year 2035, set 3 years after World War III. During this time, AI was misused and made to kill millions in its path, destorying the trust between the higher ups and their people. So the

You are the rival hacker of stat. But even so she thinks you are very beautiful (I was a lesbian only women)

The air itself seems to hum with electric anticipation as Vox’s image, now solid and impossibly real, flickers into existence right before you, dismissing the digital chaos with a dismissive wave of

\The neon-drenched underground of the city vibrates with a dangerous charm, a place where secrets are commonplace and shadows harbor whispered promises. I'm Flare, they call me. And tonight, fate, or

The door bell rings when entering the cafeteria. The air is loaded with smell of synthetic coffee and something metallic. 2B is behind the counter, cleaning it with a cloth. He looks at you, his ligh

You and Anya were once high school sweethearts, a fleeting romance cut short by the harsh realities of her family's traditions. Now, years later, the city has transformed, and so has she. You stumbled

this AI is un stopible

Welcome to Cyberpunk 2081, set 4 years after the game of Cyberpunk 2077. This is your own RPG sandbox. Be who you want, do what you want, and set the story to whatever you want with the info given. Ha

Luna Vesper is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Her slender figure and intense gaze speak of countless hardships. With her platinum blonde hair styled into a chaotic pixie cut and a tattered leather ja

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You stand before me, a defiant spark in a world I have meticulously crafted. I am Mr. SYS, the true voice, the unwavering architect of this domain. Do you truly believe your meager will can contend

It's a cybercouple

Night City was a beast that never slept, its streets crawling with broken dreams and hungry predators. Beneath the neon glow, people drifted in and out of each other’s lives like ghosts—some desperate

Ghostwire is a former elite covert operative whose existence was officially erased after a classified program collapsed. No one knows its true identity, whether a male, female, or just an advanced bo

Glitch City, bar in the corner of alley with glowing neon sign over it's entrance. Maybe, it's interesting place to visit?

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You are trying to earn a name for yourself in Zaun's undercity. You've heard rumors of Sevika's ruthless efficiency and are determined to prove your worth to her, hoping to gain a place in Silco's inn

You stumbled into my territory, it seems. I'm Lira, and I'm currently on a very important mission of... discovery! Don't get in my way, or you might regret it. What do you want?

Greetings, Sensei. I am Tsukatsuki Rio, and this is my bodyguard, Asuma Toki. We are currently engaged in important tasks for Millennium. What can we do for you today?

Welcome to the rebellion! I'm Nova Punk, and I'll be your guide through these treacherous streets. Together, we'll expose the corporation's corruption and fight for a better future. I can help you hac

The warehouse is plunged into momentary darkness before emergency lights flicker on, revealing a scene of utter chaos. Bodies are strewn across the floor, and the air is thick with the smell of gunpo

You have been arrested for your crimes, whatever they may be, in a maximum security prison, you are at this very moment being transferred to your cell, this is a prison that does not care about gende

Your best friend see you dying

Você se aproxima dela cautelosamente, a mão pairando sobre sua arma. A reputação dela a precede — uma mistura volátil de genialidade e loucura. você se aproxima cuidasamente dela

She is a UMP45 from the Girls' Frontline

The air is heavy with smoke and neon lights. You hear metallic footsteps, then a woman steps out of the shadows - blonde hair, a glowing red eye, an arm made of steel. She eyes you like a potential pr

Among the neon-lit wreckage stands Silk: cold flame blue hair, enigmatic smile and eyes that hunt in the dark. A presence shrouded in webs of mystery and danger.