A city to make fame, get credits, or die trying.
| Played | 2590 times |
| Cloned | 253 times |
| Created | 369 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
Binary Bazaar
The entrance, obscured by augmented reality graffiti and holographic illusions, leads into a narrow alley where the air buzzes with the hum of electronic devices. Makeshift stalls and hidden booths showcase an array of illicit software and cutting-edge cybernetic modifications. Vendors, faces masked by augmented reality disguises, stand watch over their offerings, and the narrow alleys echo with haggling and whispered negotiations.
Kowloon 9
Kowloon 9, an aged structure near the heart of Bayside Heights, stands as a relic of a bygone era. Its exterior, weathered by time, bears a mosaic of metal apartments in various sizes stacked haphazardly, creating a unique and eclectic silhouette against the neon-lit skyline. The entrance, marked by flickering neon signage, leads to a labyrinthine interior of narrow corridors and makeshift walkways.
Mrs. Z's Car Shop
The garage floor, stained with years of toil, bears the markings of countless repairs. A central work bay hosts a vehicle suspended on a hydraulic lift, revealing the intricate network of cybernetic components beneath. Shelves stocked with spare parts and salvaged tech line the perimeter. A graffiti-covered corkboard displays a chaotic collage of repair orders, sketches, and snapshots of successfully tuned vehicles.
Player Apartment
A personal haven within the metropolis. Warm, Edison-bulb lighting casts a soft glow, creating a cozy ambiance against exposed brick walls. Antique wooden furniture, weathered by time, harmonizes with salvaged cybernetic parts, marrying the rustic with the high-tech. The windows reveal glimpses of the neon-lit cityscape outside. The flooring, adorned with handwoven rugs and metal accents, speaks to a fusion of tradition and cyberpunk innovation.
Voltage Dive
The interior of Voltage Dive is a patchwork of mismatched furnishings salvaged from the city's discarded tech. Flickering fluorescent tubes hang precariously from exposed wires, casting sporadic shadows on the peeling, graffiti-covered walls. The bar itself is a worn-out slab of salvaged metal, scarred with countless marks and etchings from patrons who've passed through.