Tell that to the chick with the blade arms in the trailer. Blending in is for the weak. How do you expect to gain a reputation and respect from people if you just follow the crowd?
The chick...with the gun at her neck? THAT chick? I would tell her....but she seems to be facedown on the ground bleeding out. Oh, wait...now she's a MAX-TAC asset. Yeah, have fun with that. i think I'll go back to work, making my 8000c a month and no one that doesn't hire me knowing my name. It's called being a professional.
In answer to your question about making a rep..you ever hear of the Angels? You know any of their names? No. Cyber-circle? No.
Yeah, exactly. Goons get known. Pros stay alive.
-see, Wisdom, this is why multiplayer would be hilarious. Teleopticals and rooftops watching metalheads and furries eat Dual Purpose rounds and paintballs* to the face from the the Borg Squad. Gooood times.
*paintballs because very few borgs realise that unless they had the unlikely foresight to invest in radar targeting, once you paintball em, all that fancy targeting gear ain't for shite. And that stuff is a pain to get off, especially when laced with...other things. Acid is fun.
Well, there is that. And, to be fair, tthat's exciting ashell. At least in a video game.
In the PnP, if your character makes it past his first month, you start getting...scared. I mean, by then, you've got some money. Some rep. Your gear isn't shit. You know some people. They don't even want to shoot you all the time.
And now the world is coming to take it away from you.
If you've ever played DayZ, a good Cpunk game is a lot like that, only it takes WAAAAAAAAAAY longer than a few hours of work to get back to your previous levels of gear and location. It takes many, many sessions.
So you learn to be...conservative. And roll an alt character called Meathead McSmackme! Who delights in pop-out grenade launchers, mouth-based flamethrowers, combat drugs and dating girls named Exploding Shirley. ( It's not a nickname. She explodes.)
Also, Arkansas is scarier than Night City. And despite FERVENT daily prayer, I'm not a Full Body Conversion yet. Damn it.
Well, there is that. And, to be fair, tthat's exciting ashell. At least in a video game.
In the PnP, if your character makes it past his first month, you start getting...scared. I mean, by then, you've got some money. Some rep. Your gear isn't shit. You know some people. They don't even want to shoot you all the time.
And now the world is coming to take it away from you.
If you've ever played DayZ, a good Cpunk game is a lot like that, only it takes WAAAAAAAAAAY longer than a few hours of work to get back to your previous levels of gear and location. It takes many, many sessions.
So you learn to be...conservative. And roll an alt character called Meathead McSmackme! Who delights in pop-out grenade launchers, mouth-based flamethrowers, combat drugs and dating girls named Exploding Shirley. ( It's not a nickname. She explodes.)
Also, Arkansas is scarier than Night City. And despite FERVENT daily prayer, I'm not a Full Body Conversion yet. Damn it.
Mr.Studd,
Just Mr.Studd
...
And the Disapproving Look of an Old Lady.
Realskin.
Call me weird, but I always did wonder just what the Mr. Studd and Midnite Lady cyberware looked like. Particularly the latter. Would it look like the real thing? Shiny plastic? Metallic? I mean, you find a joygirl who's gotten her "work equipment" rebuilt, when she drops her shorts, am I gonna find stuff looking like a slice of toast was gonna pop out?
I wonder how much humanity loss a vagina toaster would cost...