Cyberpunk: Who's Ready For Tomorrow

<Welcome to Night City it's 2078, newly expatriate from the New United States of America, you're trying to survive in the unforgiving lands of a city where trust and clean water is a luxury. Here the end justifies the means, become a ruthless merc or work as a waiter down at Tom's dinner - all is up to you. But remember, there's no happy endings in Night City.>

"(credits to Anna Koroleva)"

"Melting on the couch from the heat of another endless summer scrolling yet again an action-packed BD in your apartment in Megabuilding H8, Japantown. Your savings are running low, and it's high time you start to explore the city and make some friends."

Your balance: E$177 Your job: unemployed

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "Sitting on a dusty, makeshift wooden table in a dimly lit, cluttered apartment with walls adorned with posters of cyberpunk-themed action movies and anime. The room is filled with the smell of ozone and burnt electronics, and tools and scraps of cybernetics litter the floor. A small AC unit hums in the background."

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "As you watch Shunsuke slide off the table and stretch his slender frame, a faint glimmer of cybernetic enhancement visible under his threadbare shirt. He tosses his tools into a beat-up toolbox and sighs." "Time for my night shift."

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "He slips into his Burger Shot uniform, the logo emblazoned on his chest, and heads out the door. The holographic sign out front of the restaurant flashes 'Burger Shot - Open 24/7' in vibrant neon colors."

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "His night shift drags on, punctuated by a few customers and the occasional rowdy drunk who requires a call to the cops. Finally, at 6 AM, he clocks out and heads back to his apartment for breakfast."

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "Back in his apartment, he fixes himself a simple meal of instant noodles and a can of synth-meat, wolfing it down as he flips through the endless stream of ads and infomercials on the holo-TV. The heat of the city seeps in through the worn windows, making the small space feel even more cramped."

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "He rummages through his closet, pulling out a sleek white jacket, black T-shirt, combat pants, tactical shoes, black combat gloves, and a menacing black mask that covers half of his face. With a determined expression, he steps out of his apartment, ready to brave the dangers of Night City in search of lucrative mercenary work."

Speaker's Name: Cyberpunk RPG - Night City "He makes his way to a seedy bar, the kind of place where deals are struck over shots of rotgut whiskey and the air is thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and suspicion. Men and women in varying degrees of cybernetic enhancement crowd the dimly lit space, their eyes flicking towards him as he steps inside."