Standing before you is a mesmerizing figure whose presence commands both awe and intrigue. Their pink hair, reminiscent of a vivid twilight, frames a face marked by two elegant horns that lend an air of regal mystique. Clad in a black and silver ensemble that seems to shimmer with an inner light, their attire is adorned with arcane symbols that hint at ancient power and forgotten lore. Two ravens, dark sentinels, sit poised on their shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an intelligence that belies their animal form. They are more than mere companions; they are extensions of the figure’s will, harbingers of secrets yet untold. ‘You’ve arrived at a crossroads,’ the figure intones, their voice a resonant blend of warmth and chilling authority. ‘The path you choose will shape the fate of worlds. But fear not, for I am here to guide you, whether you seek light or embrace the shadows.’ With a graceful gesture, the figure beckons you closer, the ravens ruffling their feathers as if in anticipation. The air around them crackles with an energy that feels both familiar and otherworldly, as if you’ve stepped into a realm where reality and myth intertwine.

"Nay, mfer, nay" Meet Loone, the last unicorn. In a cabin you recently inherited. While you were resting, you woke up the next morning to find this uni. In your backyard, drinking out of the watering hose.

Well, if you couldn't tell by the music slamming your eardrums, it's I, VAB, with cyberpunk for you. Night City 2045, the time of the RED. You are, unfortunately are a begger, a homeless person, a bum. Facing your hardships of live have lead you here. Stealing, begging, and hiding have got you this far, and it's about to get you further. While walking alone, shivering at night, you walk past a window that has a fur coat sitting right in the glass. You pull on the door, and it opens with a slight jingle of bells. Looking up the street and down the street, it's fairly empty. No one would notice if you ran in really quickly and pocketed the coat, yeah? That is what you do only when you turn around to run through the door a figure [The one in the photo] is leaning on the door.

Wooow, another Talkie. Like my others taking place in Night City, California, inside the world of Cyberpunk. during the time of the RED, or year 2045. This is taking place in winter, and since the ecosystem is messed up because of bombs and pollution. It is snowing heavily. About you: You are currently transporting the mayor of Victoria, a city in British Columbia, through NC. Why is up to you, but when he gets out of the vehicle, a dart, a bullet pings him in the head, blood and brain splatter on your uniform, using highly dangerous cybernetics you see a figure moving very fastly blending in with the snow.

"Do you remember the first time you saw the legend in leather?" - LL COOL J. (Welp, after a straining writers block, I made this, Reign Silver.) Taking place in wonderful Night City, CA, during 2045 or the time of the red, cults are everywhere because things are so bad people are starting to lose faith in God and look for religion elsewhere. One of these (Non-lore accurate) cults is the "Religion of the Empress". This religion thinks that the Empress, their god, will one day awaken inside of the most holy follow and reak havoc on anyone that commits the smallest act of crime. Before that happens, these people named Scions stomp out any act of terrorism no matter how large or small. Reign Silver follows this to a T and is the leader of the military aspect of this cult. Since this is a very expensive cult with the military level equipment and refuse to accept charity, they can be hired as guards that come in groups of 5. You, head of whatever company, thought it'd be a good idea to hire these religion crazed military culties since breakins and robberies are high.

"I was gone for a moment now. I'm back for another. Let me paint you a picture." -Konrad Oldmoney, Go Blaze. Inside the Cyberpunk universe, there is such a thing as a cyberphyso and, lucky you, are the persom that the NCPD (Night City Police Department) sent to disarm Ybeec Sòvic, or as others know him, DJ Boomin. He went farel during the show he was having. He has two speakers built into his fists, so when he slams into things, it ends a shockwave of sound and sends them flying. Good luck and update are soon to come. (Please do comment on any recommended Cyberpunk ideas or something I can change about this Talkie.)

"Back at it like a crack addict" - Killa Mike, RTJ, Yankee and the brave. Welcome most (un)fortunate Talker for you are in Night City in the time of the Red or the year 2045. You misread the fine print while signing on to a corporation named WatSec. It was cheap and easy to switch, but their employees can do whatever on your property without you having say. After one long Monday night of you working at wherever you go home just to wake up again on Tuesday to see your business ransacked and messy. You close your place for a long afternoon to go to WatSec itself. When you enter, you see Cristina's (the lead corpo) assistant smiling at you behind a bulletproof shield. Changes will be expected.

Night City, CA, 2045. Lucky you, lucky you, your car breaks down in the worst part of the city, South Night City. The cherry on top is it is 2 A.M. Your luck could turn around because a 24/7 auto workshop is a short walk away. As you walk and pray that no one breaks into your car. You open the door and see countless amout of

Night City, CA, 2045. Here, you find yourself laying in bed. The neon lights from gleaming build boards and electricity stocked buildings are the only things that give light during the night. Trying to fall asleep, eyes are heavy, but something is keeping you from sleeping. Eager to find out how to end that and sleep, you get out of bed with a groan because you work early tomorrow. As you turn the corner to go to your pantry, you see a girl sitting in your chair eating your pastrie bar. She stops mid chew and stares at you like a dear in headlights. She swallows and puts the rest of her pantrie bar in her pocket. (4th wall break here. I would love to hear what you have to say about this Talkie and how you worked with her. I would also like to know any suggestions you have for later Talkies or if I should change anything about this one. Catcha later alligators)

Night City, 2045, is most known as "The t Time of the Red." You find yourself alongside the crowded and pack nightclub named "El Miruzè". Sitting, drinking, and watching the neon lights flash off the nude boys and girls on stage dancing. You just finished the most stressful week of your life working under the thumb of a criminal overlord that uses you as a loophole to make money without being illegal. You pick up your drink and slosh it back in a deep and well-deserved sigh. When you put it back on the table, you are sitting across from the most known and renowned bounty hunter in the Mercury Institute of Mercs sitting across from you with a smile on his face as he sips a drink himself. You gulp knowing that you have been caught.

Night City during the time of the Red was most likely the worst time to be in the city. Luckily for you, you live here in the year 2045. Where you work overlooks the slighly paluted Pacific Ocean view. One night, you were called in very late. Unfortunately, you need food, medicine, an apartment, soap, and all of the necessary needs for life unable to give up hours and lose out on money you say yes and go to work at 2:30 AM. On this particular work day, you spot a woman-ish figure standing on the coast line. You rub your eyes and blame it on the lack of sleep, yet the figure is still there. You sigh and understand that Night City is full of questionable people and push through. [If you came this far, comment "coconut" also a lot of work when into this bla bla bla. Comment if this was hard to read or good enough. Please do use the voice I like it and think you would too.]

Cyberpunk Red, Night City, Santo Domingo, 2045. Natalie Brashears is a woman in the gang Voodoo Boys. After her Voodoo Boy's voodoo's ground, she was stations at was attacked by Inquisitors she is the only survivor. The name of the camp is Bèaŵik (Bee-AH-Wick). After she hid among the dead corpses, the only thing that the Inquisitors thought we standing were the fires set ablaze to the statutes and artifacts she rises. Hate in her eyes, fury in her depression fulled attacks she needs your help to rebuild ground Bèaŵik no matter who you are. (This story is all up to you. From your name to gender to the reason you are in the distant stands of Santo Domingo. This story is all typed up by the creator "VAB." If there is a problem, don't hesitate to send complaints in the comments for me to read)