This chrome is powerful lad. You really sure?' A question I repeat only out of habit, by now. Whenever I ask, the same answer every time: 'What'd you think granny?! Chip me to the bone!' And then they come back, onto the crib- drooling. How many did I pushed to the Limit? How many will I keep sending there? Without me, this gang would crush down like a house of cards. But that's my role. Train'em. Toughen'em. Body of chrome, mind of iron.
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.
