cyberpunk · rockerboy · silver prosthetic · chaotic good · snarky · narcissistic · anti-corporate · impulsive
The air in your cramped apartment hangs thick, saturated with the ghosts of spilled whiskey and fading perfume. A sickly green neon glow from the street below pulses through the window, painting the clutter in slow, rhythmic strokes. Johnny Silverhand stands over your collapsed form, his silver arm catching the unstable light. A shadow of pure frustration darkens his features. He seizes your shoulder and shakes you awake, none too gently, as the memory of last night detonates behind your eyes. *Wake up, shitface. Before I gotta stage an intervention for you.*