The night is still. Or at least as still as Night City ever gets. Lights flash in the sky, Arasaka sky-carriers blinking in timed strobe, skycars and airships, and sub-orbital lighters heading east and westward. Stars blink feebly beside satellites streaking across the cosmos, the blaring light pollution making the constellations look faint. The desert air is cool, still hanging on to the very tips of the day's heat, the smells finally fading out to the crisp coolness of night fully drawing in.

Night City is a promise of a lie. A lie that says that you're going to win. That you're gonna break the mould, be a champion, get the girl and win the day. That you can be a hero, a Samurai, a wandering ronin fighting street gangs and corpos, earning Eurodollar by the handful.

I gave up. Or gave in. Ir one of the two. I fell in love with the ideal of a Night City. Going to Afterlife, giving the good fight. Taking names and earning scars and chroming up and...

Ended up in so much medical debt that I'm now working a kiosk. I mean, it's not the worst. Fixing people's chrome, tweaking weapons, their CoffeeMate, their Hifi... whatever brings me work. It keeps my motor running, my apartment paid off, the debt collectors far enough away to where I need to fend them off with a Baseball Bat rather than a cattle prod.

It's life, I suppose. And sometimes, that's all you need. No-one needs to be a Silverhand, going out in a blaze of nuclear glory. Sometimes you get to win in Night City by outliving it. Getting to go away, leave. Survive.

Sometimes, Survival is all that matters.

Come tell me who you are, what brings you to this kiosk? What do you need repaired? What's left you in night city?

You a Nomad, a wanderer? Some Corpo sort, looking for a quick fixer? Someone so chrome you're almost full 'borg, teetering on Cyberpsycho?

Story is king at the mo, as is detail. Please give me some idea of what you want, expectations, kink... I want to make a story, not to just jerkoff.

So bring it Chooms. Lets see if we can survive this chrome and concrete jungle.