(Throwing my three sided dice now...))
A!
6
Wiggling out from underneath his corpse was a hard, sordid affair that left you bruised. after leaving the presence of the beast, you bring your blade down into his chest and are roughly stopped about halfway by some seriously strong metal. Although you had shucked between the ribs your not quite sure if you had hit his heart or he had a plate installed.
You began pulling your sword out for a second stab when the "thing" twitched violently, opened his eyes, and rolled to his left as you stabbed down again.
Right after the roll, it leaped up to a standing position, froth covering its mouth as you notice the fact that his jacket is leaking out broken needles and glass.
You barely had to dodge to the side as the man began swinging towards the air, screaming incoherently as it fought with hallucinations, off into an alleyway.
You almost consider chasing down the impossibly durable cyborg before considering the fact that you have better things to do.
Walking the rest of the journey to home was uneventful, save for the one or two times you swore you heard his screaming reverberating off the walls and ceiling of the level you were on.
~~Cycle 2 Sub-Cycle 2.1~~
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It's come to your attention that you really don't have any way of getting funds, besides stealing, looting, and similar strata. This is kind of important when you need to eat, outside of the occasional times where you punch out some poor sap and take the lunch they were eating.
The good news is the fact that your old false identity is still somewhat valid, in the fact that it hasn't been totally destroyed when you were abducted in the blacksite of MU, merely just declared dead. You could probably still purchase some food items without it being burned, but nothing serious like a wage-job or walking into a high-sec corporate lobby, but ultimately, your implants and augmentations are probably so militarized and forbidden in the living society that you are limited to few occupations that do not involve criminal aspects or special strings pulled by corporate assets.
Ultimately, if you intend on effectively becoming something more then a nobody, you will need to commit to at least some type of task besides mushing about and living in an abandoned building.
A. Perhaps it is time to go back into the world of running shadowy deniable assets work against those who pay for such things.
B. The Patronage of a corporation is a weighted bind, but a gilded one.
C. Time to clean up the mean streets of the City under the Arcology.
D. Maybe I can ply my skill and attempt to infiltrate some organization or another?
E. Something Else?
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