Cyberpunk 2077 | Enjoying The Moment | Synthwave Music

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Cyberpunk 2077 | Enjoying The Moment | Synthwave Music

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  3. Meredith Stout next?(please, at least one time?).This is my last call, if you don't do Meredith stout next i leave. i know it's not a lot to you, but it's a lot to me since i like your mix overall.

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  7. So this channel, with its amazing music has really inspired me to get back into writing.. I'm a HUGE fan of the game as well. So i'll be writing a story in the comments of these videos as they upload. Thanks chooms.

    +/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 1 – Fly On The Wall

    He was always told that "When he grew up, he would be good at something". There was no telling what that 'something' would be. Raking trash and slinging scop dogs in Arroyo 10 meters from where he grew up and only another 30 meters from where he was born probably wasn't what he had in mind hearing that as a kid. As hardworking and determined as his father was, his efforts never really got him anywhere. Any attempts to get ahead felt like nothing more than tires spinning in the mud. As time went on..those attempts became less and less frequent, the death of his wife playing a major part in this. His father, drained by his depression over the years, stopped leaving the house..barely even left his chair..a tattered and worn lazyboy that looked like it belonged on the street as apposed to in his house.

    If he wasn't working, or throwing a Broseph back with a choom or 2, he would spend his time dabbling in black market BDs. With so much going on around him, there wasn't much to do..except..exist. Born into a life where all the cards are already dealt, none of which being good and forced to play a game where the winners are already decided. He held spite for Night City in so many justified ways and yet, there was nothing he could do about it..and the city made sure he knew that. Whether it was luxury AVs flying by in the sky or the occasional Rayfield parked in the neighborhood conducting shady business surrounded by huscle; The opulence and power on display sent a clear message to him and everyone else around: Not For You . He looked on at these occurrences as they happened with less spite and more curiosity as time went on. "Who are these people..? Why do they come here..?….Why do they have…and I don't..?"

    It was a cold and foggy morning, the air was brittle, dorph heads skezzed out of their minds wandered the streets like zombies. He was out front getting his cart ready for the day while contemplating his route through the district when he heard the sound of screeching tires and gunshots off in the distance. "6th Street" He immediately thought. Not thinking much of it, he continued to get ready. However those distant sounds began to grow louder as the invisible conflict grew closer. People all over the block started to stop doing what they were doing to look around at where this was coming from and more importantly, where it was headed. The gunshots and screeching tires suddenly came flying around the corner at full speed. High and small caliber rounds blended together with the whirring and whizzing zaps of tech guns and created a symphony of violence. Everyone on the block, kids included, either scattered for cover in the back alleys, behind stoops, or reached for iron. It was so quick, he could barely react, diving and taking cover behind his small metal cart. As the 2 fighting cars turned the corner onto his block the exchange of gunfire lit up the street and his cart. Bullet holes, some the size of his hand riddled the cart as he curled into a ball, covering his ears and his head. The cars continued flying up the road until one of them rammed the other into a street pole and then someone's stoop toward the end of it. A Chevillon Emporer turned a Quadra T 66 Avenger into a crushed soda can..

    As the commotion up the street faded, and several of the occupants of the vehicles fled, he let out a sigh of relief before standing back up. Looking at his cart, the bullet holes in it both perplexed him as well as made him grateful for still being alive. He turned back to see his home riddled with bullet holes and blown out windows. Shrapnel, scattered debris and blackened singed spots covered the front porch and front face of the house. A look of shock and disbelief overwhelmed him as he frantically rushed back into his home. "DAD!" He screamed as he pushed through the shredded front door. When he entered, there his father sat, as he did for quite some time now, in his chair. As he walked toward the chair in the darkened house, he sees his lifeless father, leaking blood streaming out of several gunshots wounds, one of which being in the head. The man stared in disbelief, hyperventilating as fear and trauma began to overwhelm him…he collapsed into his father's lap as he began to cry. The distant sounds of the aftermath and commotion outside amongst the neighbors faded into a mute ringing in his ears.

    He sat with his dead father in an emotionless trance all day never leaving his side. Finally, as evening approached, he heard the growing sounds of sirens off in the distance getting closer. As he raised his head to glance, he heard a quick but subtle crash behind him in his backyard. Instinctually, he quickly gets up and darts to the backdoor kicking it open. He startles a woman kneeled down near his garbage cans. When he sees her, he makes some very quick observations: Shes injured, blood running down the side of her head and face, holding her arm. Shes fairly tall and lanky wearing a modified Kuomori black leather trench coat; but the most important observation he makes: Shes Not From Here. As he goes to open his mouth to yell at her, she pulls her iron. A modified Nue with an extended barrel. The look of fear and desperation on her face was clearly visible in her eyes even with a black leather facemask on. The two of them exchange an extremely tense and quick stare at each other as the sounds of the sirens arrive and the tires screech to a halt. With his hands in the air in surrender he glances back in the direction of the siren sounds. The woman takes the opportunity to turn and run, jumping fences and fading into the light starved neighborhood. As he looks back towards her, he glances in the direction she ran in before being startled by what's left of his front door being kicked completely off of it's hinges. "NCPD!!! HANDS IN THE AIR!! NOW!!" 2 Badges storm the house clearing it. With his hands still up, he stands in silence and disbelief. "WHERE IS SHE!?" "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" One of the badges yells at him as he moves closer. "SEARCH THE BACK!" He yells to his partner. He grabs the man by his shirt and pushes him up against a wall. "I said…where is she and the who the fuck are you." In this moment, something happened….something was triggered in the man's mind. Whether it was his traumatic upbringing…the traumatic day…the pig having his hands on him…or all of the above. It made something click in his head and gave him a numbed feeling he had never felt before. Numbed…but with fire…and an undeniable energy behind it. Snapping out of it, the man looks up at the cop as his partner re-enters the house from the back. "Name's Brian…Brian Varga….and I don't have shit to say to A FUCKIN PI-" before he could finish, Brian is pistol whipped in the face with full force and sent to the ground. As the two badges proceeded to beat Brian down, the woman who fled is seen leaned up on the side of his house. With an emotionless stare on her face, she walks away into the night..

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