Ryker_Bale

This is not the journey of a hero. This is the journey of someone who is being broken down, piece by piece, and forced to rebuild herself from the scraps.

This is cyberpunk at its rawest, no neon lights, no sleek cityscapes, just blood, metal, and desperation. It’s grimy, ugly, and beautifully painful to read. Marlene’s journey isn’t about saving the world. It’s about crawling out of hell,one brutal step at a time.

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In the shadows of Crystal City, Marlene's life is a delicate balance between mundane days at FreshMart and moonlighting as a cyberware and weapons fixer. Her ambition? To leave her cramped Megablock flat behind for the innovative world of tech engineering.

When Marlene submits a prototype to TriColor Corp, she believes her dreams are within grasp. But the path to success veers unpredictably, plunging her into a web of corporate intrigue and underground challenges. In a city where humanity melds with technology, Marlene faces a crucial question: how much of herself is she willing to risk for a better future?

Rogue Element [Cyberpunk]

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The girl's unexpected question momentarily pulled me out of my chaotic thoughts. "Enjoying the club?" she asked again, her voice barely audible over the deafening music. Her breath was a mix of alcohol and something sweetly exotic.

I tried to smile, but my eyes involuntarily searched the crowd for Pierce. The girl noticed my distraction and gently grasped my hand. Startled, I looked at her, but she simply nodded for me to look down. Between her legs, under her skirt, I saw something completely unexpected – two penises. Shocked, I quickly withdrew my hand as she laughed, a sound that somehow blended seamlessly into the club's cacophony.

For a second, I just stared, dumbfounded, the flashing club lights casting sharp shadows over the surreal image. A slow, teasing smile spread across her lips, and before I could even process what I was seeing, her tongue flickered out again—long, forked, inhuman.

All the best, then.