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Thinking of my magnum opus…. the greatest thing I ever drew

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don't deviate, don't be afraid.

With The Devil to the very end (`∀´)Ψ ,

I'm not arguing with a man who's tall and made of metal. Whatever you say, gorgeous.

I love when you’re reading multiple fics by the same author and you start to spot all the phrases and adjectives they like to use

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I ghostwrote these tags my god

Speak my brothers name, and your son lives.

Before the Event Horizon: A Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfiction

A rewrite of canon events with my V as a prequel for my future post-Devil Ending fanfiction.

CHAPTER TWO: BATTLES

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Jenkins’ office was decorated in the same sleek, classic Arasaka design as the rest of NCHQ. The primary color scheme was, of course, red and black  - “the color scheme of prosperity”, as most high-end clothing stores in Corpo Plaza called it. Textured black walls were lit up from underneath in red, and the mostly black furnishings also included several small potted saplings of the bioluminescent plant species Arasaka had had genetically modified to obtain its signature red glow. Best of all, the office had a perfect view of the koi fish holograms that circled outside the tower, though it was currently blocked by a large television screen showing the European Space Council’s meeting room. Jenkins stood in front, speaking on a handheld phone. 

“Have a seat, V.” He briefly interrupted his call when he noticed her. “I’ll be right with you.”

V did so. She wished he hadn’t blocked the view - she’d have liked to have seen it one last time before she transferred to Spec Ops. She remembered appreciating that view on frequent occasions when she’d had to work directly with Jenkins late at night. When the sky turned black, the lights of the skyscrapers, the blur of the AVs zooming through the sky, and the koi fish with their endless circling created an intoxicating display. V’d often heard old people complain about light pollution in NC making it impossible to see the stars. She didn’t understand what their problem was. Mankind had learned to make their own light shows centuries ago.

V was pulled out of her reverie by the sound of screams and electrocution. She watched as the council members she’d spent all day learning about convulsed into violent spasms for several seconds, then finally went still. What a waste. 

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offering to my goddess VI