Ring of the bell- another round begins. Who cares how many fights you lost or won ? You don't feel a thing! That's not true strenght, you wanna know what is? Concentrate on yourself and bring home the match. Don not wonder how much of you is flesh or chrome. One more implant. I feel nothing. This is my specialty, stand on your feet, tire them down, let their own doubts weaken them. If they cannot read you they wont know where and when you'll hit with KO baby!
Shh! take it easy. Do you see those? Do you see the chrome? They call it heavy metal. Don’t let them see you, for them any excuse to flatline someone is good, even if it’s just for a laugh! Not here, but in their fucking Arena where the laws of the City go fuck themselves. Are they cyberpsychotic? Some, but not all. They are even worse: they really don’t give a fuck about anything. Nothing at all! You know? Now that has to scare you! Only violence, and especially theirs, in that damn place–that’s the only thing that matters.
Experience: Choose this group if you like a violent game with no care for tomorrow where only Arena fighting, Sprawl brutality, and Cyberpsychosis matter. Laugh in the face of NeoCorp’s overwhelming power because strength is everything. You have to be crazy to climb to the top. After all, what’s the alternative? To be one of the corpses piling up at the bottom.
