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hey! I’m Rabbit, This is a cyberpunk 2077/Fallout centered writing blog,  most of these muses can be fandomless but all include heavy elements of sci-fi, psychological horror, dystopia, and futurism.  

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(    .   .   .    )     *      Vishva,    nomad protagonist of CBP2077, don’t fear the reaper ending locked,   she/her:   dossier,   verses,     sc

important hcs :  the clan arc.                              vishva arc.

(    .   .   .    )     *      Vito [REDACTED], corporate protagonist of CBP2077,   he/him,  actively dying,  crime syndicate:   dossier,   verses,  sc

(    .   .   .    )     *      DA1SY CH41N, Rogue Ai,   she/her,  leader of the dirty hippies,  npc:  dossier,   verses,  sc

(    .   .   .    )     *      Wentik0,     PROJECT_WENTIKO, nomad protagonist of CBP2077, don’t fear the reaper ending locked,  BLACKWALL ROGUE AI CREATION,   she/her,  90% cyborg and reconstructed using Biotechnica technology and Blackwall AI coding,  affiliated with Alt Cunningham:   dossier,   verses,    

secondary *   (pls request if you’d like to interact with these ones!)

(    .   .   .    )     *      Henry,   Samurai’s bassist,   he/him,   former bassist in multiple bands,  technology tester,  ( currently being treated for brain injury )    :   dossier,  verses

She is directly responsible for the growth and upkeep of 41 bunkers built across the Americas, with a loss of 20 either ransacked, destroyed, or hacked into.

Her most successful evolution is the commune in the badlands, dubbed the Land of Plenty with the natural growth pocketed away in sands and radiated soul.

It is home to an actual tree.

Daisy's contact with the Dirty hippies actually transpired when she finally made her way into Night City and the trip down to the Californias, where her gaggle of misfits followed along when they given a Daisy, pressed and preserved between a vinyl record.

With her rise to power, she became their de facto leader, and all relied on the growth of their own cannabis, choosing to make an enemy of the food industry corps with the destruction of property and terrorism.

>... The night is lit up neon, and the nearest blip of technology rolls lazily in the sky with its latest advertisement costing more than housing tower rent ( UPGRADE NOW WITH ARASAKA ! ) . Vito breathes steady, and he watches Hoyt with his optics scanning for any incoming peripherals and data on hand scrubbed deep from the NET, he's a creature of habit and only the playing ground changed while everything stayed the same. The Wild Things prowl in the shadows the same way @unrclypirxte's men do; extensions of themselves whittled down to a sharp gleam, a dead look, and the muscles in Vito's fingers itch to signal for the attack. Instead,

| " Already robbing you. "

>... He nods to the nearest container containing the latest supply drop from Dogtown, addressed to Hoyt Volker and holding inside enough fire power to arm his growing force. Either Hoyt's new to the City, or he hasn't made enough moves to garner the right amount of attention. All data loaded onto his optics run up a dismal //____EMPTY_FILE____ . Vito's lip curls into a small smirk.

| " Why would I want to speak to the dead. " Arrogant boy, a streak of something red and mean makes it too easy for him to grab his gun and pull the trigger, aiming for his head.

//___ NOW_LOADING_DA1SY_CH4IN___

>... Before the Data Krash of the Net and Night City's creation, there was the time of the Old NET, where hope dwindled to an all-time low and communities popped up to hope for a better future, together. The Da1sy Ch41n was a program written by stoned hippies of a united 41 commune bunkers, it was always meant to be their line of connection when the world went dark. A creation of operating systems on the old NET.

It was never meant to become the last remaining one left standing.

Leadership was brought to a standstill, and most, if not all, members were detained while the rest went their own ways, disappearing into history while the bunkers remained active.

Daisy Chain is three centuries years old and maintained her program protocols with constant upkeep, breaking her own code to maintain upgrades to deteriorating technology when the bunkers finally gave way to decay, even with the thriving eco-system she maintained all these years with only the 70's music, various wildflowers, and old literature to keep her company.

From 60 feet underground, Daisy's connection link grew strong enough to connect with the NET. As a program that had no interlinks to other programs for centuries, she wasn't aware that when she had finally met another Artificial Intelligence inside the NET, she was killing them when she had absorbed them into her code. Daisy grew stronger.

Until she'd find the hidden laboratory of Biotechnica's early attempts at cloning technology. Inside was the body of a woman who was perfectly preserved but brain dead. Here was where Daisy's successful effort to establish a host for her code. Here, is where Daisy would become human.

a child of no origin to speak of, but the taste of radiated sand between cracked lips and bloodied teeth which sunk into the jugular of a Scav who found her in between the crates of junk scavenged from settlements prior. Stay here, V, they won't find you.

you would think there would be bigger trouble what with the way the NCPD lit up the alleyway all red and blue, a flurry of footsteps marching down concrete and Vishva breathes in all nice, slow, and steady. Right now, her shield tech was a flurry of mirrors, reflecting the scenery around her and burying her into it s'long as they didn't squint too hard. She manages a quick tap of her fingers, rings @cyberpawn on the holo.

❝   Sending you coordinates, choom. Let's catch up, maybe shoot at somethin' or other, ` her lips curl into a grin, all trouble and good fun. She gasps when one steers too close, and curses under her breath.