Post by m***@gmail.comHowdy Folks. I stumbled upon you all after doing some digging in a bunch of old, long since updated Cyberpunk websites. I'm young, and not particularly immersed in your culture. Anyone from back in the day have stories to share?
Dixson held the note out to the faded neon light that pulsed its way in through the dirt-fogged glass. The ink was faded, blurred by a few years of lying on the floor and the collection of dust motes.
"Stories. Huh. If that's all we've got left, we're in bigger trouble than I thought."
From behind the bar, there was the faint clink of glass. The sound of a towel being drawn from a hanger. The gentle patient breath.
"The usual, sir?"
"The usual, Ratz." He shrugged into a chair. "Best make it two. We may be here sometime."