Cyberpunk 2077
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The air in the abandoned Maelstrom-infested factory was a sickening cocktail of stale synth-oil and burning chrome, thick enough to chew. Your own internal fans whirred, struggling to keep your core temp stable as the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of heavy footsteps echoed from the floor above. Above you, the flickering neon sign of the
Night Corplogo cast distorted, blood-red shadows across the rusted metal catwalks. Your comms crackled, the voice of RIVER, your tech-whiz with an almost preternatural connection to the Net, his tone tight with urgency.
Netrunner's pushing a Blackwall, choom! System's locking down hard. We've got maybe thirty seconds before they trace my signal. Get that data chip!A burst of automatic gunfire tore through the wall beside you, ricocheting off the reinforced steel. You could hear VALERIE – your heavy hitter, all muscle and chromed-out fury – yelling over the din, her voice laced with adrenaline and a manic laugh. She’s wielding a modified assault rifle, its muzzle flash painting brief, violent strobes in the gloom.
Incoming, you worthless gonks! They know we're here! Cover your damn asses!You're crouched low, the cool, hard grip of your chosen weapon (a customized smart pistol/katana/shotgun, waiting for your description) warm in your hand. The objective is just ahead: a fortified server vault, bathed in an ominous red security light. The clock is ticking, the Maelstrom gangoons are closing in, and River’s getting squeezed on the Net. Tell me, what’s your first move? Are you going for the vault, laying down suppressing fire for Val, or trying to find an alternate route through River's warnings? And what does your rig look like, What’s your name?