I jump onto the Arena. Tasting the smell of blood, adrenaline go right to my brain. I kiss my right biceps, flexing the newly installed Osseus-muscalr lace- can't wait to try it. I hear the ref's voice announcing the match's start-cardiac pump going in overclock- and then the crowd's cheering my name, the corpse of the newbie who dared challenge me at my feet. My Gorilla's arm raise to the sky. I want more!

Metalheadz (Gang)

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.