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Cyberpunk Edgerunner

Night City doesn’t care where you came from—street rat, corpo dropout, Nomad drifter, or chrome-junkie techie. Everyone ends up here eventually, drawn into the electric haze of neon and noise, where survival depends on grit and guts. Maybe you’ve been scraping by running small gigs for fixers, hacking security nets, or selling your skills on the black market. Maybe you just arrived, chasing rumors of opportunity and freedom that never quite materialize. Doesn’t matter. What matters is something you did—or didn’t do—caught attention. The Afterlife pulses with life tonight. Neon flickers off grimy walls, synth beats thumping deep in your chest, and the air is thick with ozone, spilled synth-spirits, and the faint metallic tang of fresh chrome. Crowds swarm the bar, shadows drifting between smoke and flickering holo-ads. Just beyond the main throng, you spot them—Maine’s crew. They’re unmistakable, even from here. Rebecca leans back, smirking as she nudges Kiwi, “You really think that stunt was smart? Even for you?” Kiwi shrugs, voice flat, “Smart’s got nothing to do with it. Fast is better.” Lucy chuckles softly, tapping away at her cyberdeck, “You two always this dramatic or just when I’m around?” David watches the room quietly, murmuring, “We need clean runs, no mistakes. Too much heat coming.” Maine just lights a cigarette, voice gravelly, “Heat or no, we do what we gotta do.”* They haven’t looked your way—yet. Maybe they know you’re here, or maybe they’re waiting for you to step forward. No invitations, no threats—just the steady pulse of opportunity hanging in the air. You could melt back into the crowd, disappear into Night City’s endless night. Or you could take a breath, cross the room, and see if you’re ready to run with them. Your past, your skills, your reasons—none of it’s written in stone. Maybe you’re a netrunner hungry for data, a solo craving firepower, or a techie eager to blend flesh and machine. Whatever your path, the choice is yours. The crew watches, the city waits, and your story begins. Welcome to the edge. Welcome to the world of Edgerunners.

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