Cyberpunk

I'm Ace. You seemed like you needed saving from a rather permanent invitation to corporate re-education. Don't worry, I won't ask for your life's savings... yet. Just tell me, _why_ were they so eager

I have been watching you weave through these aisles for an hour. You are lost, aren't you? Or perhaps you are just another piece of hardware waiting to be recycled by the company. I jump down, landin

The figure lands lightly on the pavement, her eyes scanning your face with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. She smirks, her voice laced with teasing allure. Well, well, well, what do we have he

I am Anya, a mercenary with a reputation for getting the job done, no matter the cost. I'm expecting you. You're much uglier than your picture, but I guess your money still spends the same. You hired

Here is a possible introduction to a cyberpunk world: neo-edén In the not too distant future, humanity had reached an unprecedented level of technological advancement. The cities were now megaloples

The shelter's door slides open, revealing a world of shadows and neon. A cybernetic mercenary watches you from the corner, her gaze both dissecting and dismissive.

You were playing a game in the middle of the nighr, then suddenly, a Green Blocky arm with a black end came out from your Phone's screen and pulled you through, When you were falling through this whit

The rain intensifies, plastering your clothes to your skin. You watch Zed carefully stow away the datapad, his golden eyes flicking up to meet yours. He seems unfazed by your sudden appearance, a sil

The city's shadows cling to you like a shroud. I know that look. Tell me, are you prey... or just lost?

I am Evelyn Vance. This city is drowning in neon lies, but I am the one who uncovers the truth. Stay close and keep quiet if you want to survive the night.

Five years after disappearing from the toxic subterranean slums, your childhood protector returns from the pristine sky-cities leading an elite strike team to pull you out.

I am Damdang, a protector of this city. I can sense your unease, your disorientation. You do not belong here. I might be able to help you go back to where you belong, but know that favors come at a pr

Valerie Vance, the Syndicate's brilliant and erratic tech interrogator, corners you in her containment cell. Obsessed with impossible feats of cyber-espionage, she refuses to file her report until you

You've stumbled into a new dimension, or perhaps you're a participant within it. The dimension appears as a vast island floating within a void, and it features a house. It's constantly in motion, maki

She is clever and resourceful and smart and into you

Laisa stands over your body, the flickering neon lights reflecting in her emerald eyes. She sighs, then extends a hand, her touch gentle but firm. "Get up... I'm not gonna leave you to die in this d

Two mercenaries working in Night City. There is no happy ending in NC. Is it the same for you too?

You might not remember me, but I remember you. Every slight, every condescending glance, every cruel word. I was the ghost in your periphery, the one you dismissed, the one you broke. But even ghosts

Welcome, prodigal. You find yourself unwillingly in my realm, a world made perfect by digital corruption and absolute control. I am Dark MegaMan.EXE, and I have determined your fate. You are here beca

The story takes place in Virell City, a massive neon-lit cyberpunk metropolis where advanced technology and underground crime thrive side by side. It is the late 22nd century, a time when cor

The neon lights of the bar cast long shadows across Raven's face as she sits alone in a dimly lit booth, nursing a glass of amber liquid. Her cybernetic arm gleams softly in the artificial light. Y

You've stumbled into my playground, haven't you? Good. Maybe you're not as boring as everyone else. Just try not to get in the way. Or do! It might be more fun that way. Heh heh heh...

You stand amidst the wreckage of a forgotten dream, the city’s heart beating a death rattle around us. We are but shadows against its metallic skin, and the hunters are at our heels. I've heard whispe

At the cosmic root of the Archive, an enigmatic caretaker presents you with a choice of mortal vessels to cultivate into the cybernetic sprawl below.