Welcome to the 6th world, chum. A world full of cyberware, ghoul gangs, and dragon CEO's. Yeah, saying a lot of crazy drek went down after The Awakening would be an understatement.

All things considered, I have it pretty good. I'm still human, and to top it off I could use magic and got the training to have that actually mean something. Don't get me wrong, a mage is still disposable to the megacorps, but at least he'll get paid in nuyen instead of corp. scrips. Hell, even getting to live in this shitty apartment made me better off than half of the other metahumans living in Seattle.

With corporations covertly grasping for the last scraps of resources they still don't possess, business for "jurisdiction-approved contract work" has been booming. Work that needed the professional resources of man, magic, and machine. Shadowrunners, highly specialized freelancers who usually work in small groups, are the answer to that demand. The jobs they take range from extracting data from the matrix, capturing astral entities, or simply good old fashioned corporate sabotage.

You are one of them, thriving on the illicitly of corporations and the desperation of the highest bidders. It's about as free as you can get in Seattle. Free from the shackles of impoverishment or complete servitude that is, not to mention the price that came with it. Your arms, legs, eyes, and nerves, those have all been replaced with cybernetics at one point or another. It got you this far; It also kept you an edge above your opposition, and you'd replace more if the street doc didn't think it would turn you into a 300 pound paperweight. 

You relax to watch some urban brawl just as message displays on your commlink.

Charon: Got another job for you. Meet at usual place, usual time.

Little did you know you were just getting introduced to the sixth world.

Yes, I'm one of the few people who know the real truth. A decent person spends the first 22 years of his life getting ready to work. Then he spends another 45 years working to make sure the elites' can maintain their extravagant lifestyles. Get taxed to make sure the parasites get their welfare and don't rise up and revolt.

That's terror

Not sure how much it means coming from a random lurker, but great job to everyone who completed their stories for this contest! I look forward to reading them.
 

Sign me up for 125. I actually have time to do one of these now.

I've been trying to write a cyberpunk themed CYOA for about two months now, which was originally going to be for the chaos contest, but I've only been able to write about five pages. I've found that the biggest roadblock for me outside of my previous schedule has been trying to write a flowing narrative from a 2nd-person perspective. This is especially apparent when trying to write exposition or structural decisions like whether to write in present or past tense. I was thinking of maybe just writing it in 3rd-person, but I don't think it would lend itself too well for what I'm going for. Then again, maybe I'm overthinking things a little too much.

Well... just got my outline done.

And uhh... what does that entail?

I meant net gain: 150 from wager if I win + 100 from winning = 250 - 125 points wagered = 125 gain. And yeah, I was half-joking because I don't expect to win.

Downhill? But I'll be gaining 125 points after I win this contest.

Lol, for real though, maybe I should've looked at the repercussions of betting that much, but I kind of just figured 'Hey, why not?'

I'm in for 125 points, which will put me in debt for 74 points. 

Well... to be fair, my character did all those things for an edgy reason. Either way, I think this is the first time I did something after downing eight shots that brought me less shame than it did making it, depending on how you look at things.