1 | Start

Welcome, adventurer! You stand at the threshold of an unwritten world.

Where would you like to journey? What kind of universe shall we explore together?

2 | I want to create a cyberpunk world!

Neon lights pierce the perpetual night of Neo-Vertex, a sprawling megacity dominated by towering corporate arcologies.

Where in this cyberpunk dystopia do you begin? The gritty streets below? A luxurious corporate penthouse? The neon-soaked underground?

3 | I’d start in the neon-drenched underground, where rogue AIs whisper secrets, black-market cybernetics are traded like candy, and the line between human and machine is already blurred. This isn’t the corporate utopia they show on holo-ads—it’s the real city, pulsing with digital ghosts, bio-hackers, and mercenaries running on borrowed time. And somewhere in this chaos, a revolution is brewing.

You step into “The Pit,” a sprawling underground market beneath sector 7. Neon lights reflect off puddles as augmented dealers hawk forbidden tech.

A glitching hologram flickers nearby. Two chrome-armed mercenaries argue with a hooded figure. What catches your attention?

4 | The hooded figure's voice—mechanically distorted, glitching between octaves like a corrupted data file. It shouldn’t sound like that unless they’re masking something. A rogue AI in a human body? A corporate defector hiding their identity? Then, there’s the mercenary on the left, his chrome arm flickering with unstable power surges. Faulty augmentation? Overclocked implants? Either way, he’s one wrong move away from frying himself—or someone else. And finally, the briefcase between them, reflecting the neon haze of the back alley. Heavy-duty locks, biometric scanner, humming softly like it’s alive. That’s not just money. That’s tech. Experimental. Illegal. Dangerous.

As you edge closer, the chrome-armed merc's implant sparks dangerously. “Payment first,” he growls.

The hooded figure's voice glitches: “V-v-verify contents.” They gesture to the humming briefcase.

Both notice you watching. The hooded figure tilts their head curiously.

5 | What next?

The chrome-armed merc's hand twitches toward a concealed weapon. “Got a problem, street rat?”

The hooded figure raises a glitching hand. “Wait. Perhaps our observer has… information.”

The briefcase pulses with strange energy. Security drones buzz overhead. You have seconds to react.

6 | AAAAAAAA!!!

Your sudden shout echoes through the market! The merc flinches, his malfunctioning arm discharging a spark burst.

Nearby vendors scatter. Security drones swivel your way. The briefcase pulses brighter.

“Interesting tactic,” the hooded figure whispers, their voice stabilizing. “Run or explain?”

7 | RUN!!!!!

You bolt through the market, knocking over a stall of bootleg neural chips! The chrome-armed merc curses as he gives chase.

Security drones whine overhead. The hooded figure vanishes in the chaos.

You dodge through neon-lit corridors, slide under a closing security gate!

8 | The last obstacle fades behind me

You emerge into a dimly lit maintenance tunnel. The drone sirens fade.

Something small clatters behind you—the briefcase! It must have attached to you during the chaos. Its lock pulses, scanning for biometric input.

What have you accidentally stolen?