Further adventures in Night City

Was offered s*x by hookers twice on Jig-Jig Street when I was looking for Tarot Card graffiti. One of them was the most awful man in gold lamé hot-pants. Why do all nasty-butt cute twinks in every part of the world speak in that same grating screechy old-woman voice? I don't mean regular homosexuals or even those nice femboy twinks like that kid at work (who often speak to me quietly with his eyes downcast and only glance up at me occasionally and pouts at bit and I want to put my thumb in his mouth. If it ever goes anywhere I will definitely tell him to call me Daddy), I just mean nasty-butt cute twinks.

Anyway; I got a 911 cabriolet. I knw there's a 1977 coupè version in silver somewhere in the game but my black and yellow one is good enough.

Yes, I'm playing as a foid. With died hair too. Here's what she sleeps in:

She sleeps in the day and goes out to do cyberpunk stuff at night because it's called Night City and also the graphics look better at night. I'm speccing her out to have lots of RAM for quick hacks, smart assault weapons (because I can't aim for shit) and katanas.

I've also got her mods for double jump and dash so she can whizz around.

I'm not really paying attention to the plot and I'm mostly just living the life hitting street gangs and nutcases suffering from 'cyberpdychosis' who mostly act like homeless bums do in the real world. That I DNGAF about the plot is kinda funny considering how seriously everyone acts when it's mentioned that Keanu Reeves is taking over my brain. Even Keanu seems more bothered about it than I do. His delivery is predictably wooden and I can't take him seriously as a kind of Buckaroo Banzai of terrorism who killed 12000 people back vefore he dies and got uploaded onto a computer chip.

Anyway, back to it.