#cyberpunk villain

[litrpgburrito]

The rain hammered against the grime-coated window of my Flytrap apartment. Neon signs cast a sickly glow on the perpetual twilight of Seattle sprawl. I booted up, the familiar hum of my cyberdeck a welcome thrum in the symphony of city noise. Today's prey: the data vault of Nakamura Enterprises. Nakamura, the self-proclaimed king of the Seattle Net, had this coming. He'd been hoarding creds and fattening his rep while scrubs like me slaved in the shadows. Time to redistribute the wealth.

My fingers danced on the worn keyboard, a symphony of code cracking Nakamura's defenses. The flickering light of the deck cast an eerie glow on my face, highlighting the chrome glint of my cybernetic eye. It was a souvenir from a past life, a reminder of the system that had cast me aside. But in the neon jungle of the Net, I was a predator.

Nakamura's security was a rusty dog, easily bypassed. I slipped into his vault, a digital El Dorado overflowing with creds and data chips. A triumphant smirk played on my lips. But a flicker on the edge of my vision snagged my attention. A security program, a relic from the early days of the Net, slumbered in the corner. Primitive, but effective.

A cold thrill snaked down my spine. This wasn't just about creds anymore. Nakamura was hiding something. Something big. The program stirred, its code a digital serpent awakening. No time for second thoughts. I grabbed a data chip, fat with Nakamura's secrets, and dove back into the storm, the echo of the serpent's digital hiss chasing after me. The game had just gotten interesting.

The rain hammered against the grime-coated window of my Flytrap apartment. Neon signs cast a sickly glow on the perpetual twilight of Seattle sprawl. I booted up, the familiar hum of my cyberdeck a welcome thrum in the symphony of city noise. Today's prey: the data vault of Nakamura Enterprises. Nakamura, the self-proclaimed king of the Seattle Net, had this coming. He'd been hoarding creds and fattening his rep while scrubs like me slaved in the shadows. Time to redistribute the wealth.

The real world bled into the digital one as the ancient security program unleashed its wrath. Static danced across my vision, threatening to rip me from the Net. My fingers hammered the deck, a desperate counter-attack against the onslaught. The chrome of my cybernetic eye burned with a white-hot intensity, feeding data streams into my overloaded system.

The rain outside seemed to pick up its tempo, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my escape. A part of me, the cautious part I'd long ago buried, urged retreat. But the echo of that digital serpent's hiss fueled a cold fury. Nakamura had something I needed, something that could change the game.

With a final burst of effort, I tore free of the collapsing data vault. The familiar, cluttered confines of my Flytrap apartment swam into view. I collapsed onto the threadbare mattress, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down my temples. My vision cleared, revealing the stolen data chip nestled in my grimy palm. A single word pulsed on its surface: Project: Chimera.

Nakamura wasn't just hoarding creds. He was playing with something far more dangerous. Project Chimera. The name sent a shiver down my spine, a half-remembered ghost from the shadows of the Net's past. Whatever it was, it was something powerful enough to warrant an ancient security program as a guard dog.

Curiosity, a predator's version of a conscience, gnawed at me. But for now, caution won. I needed to decipher the chip's secrets before Nakamura realized his vault had been breached. Tonight, I wasn't just a villain in the neon-drenched game of the Seattle Net. I was the only one standing between a dangerous secret and a city on the brink.

[0yorixu]

I barely play prsk now but rui will always be my splorkly blorky boo

also long overdue cyberpunk rui, it's my fav outfit of his

[olath124]

It feels like a tear in my heart Like a part of me missing And I just can't feel it I've tried and I've tried And I've tried

[braincake666]

Batman Beyond does not get the credit it deserves for how respectfully and realistically they portrayed a lot of the issues they touched on, especially for a show that came out in 2000.

Babel portrayed someone going deaf and resenting their reliance on hearing aids to fully perceive the world. Spellbound showed a high school counselor exploiting students by getting them hooked on drugs. The Winning Edge has a coach pushing his athletes into doing steroids because he only sees them as pawns for victory. In Disappearing Inque and Eggbaby the main antagonist was explicitly abusive toward their henchmen.

And don’t even get me started on THAT scene in Black Out that was a pretty obvious assault allegory. A depiction of an attractive woman restraining, kissing, and then physically forcing her body down the throat of a teenage boy, leaving him dry heaving and coughing up the liquid she left behind? Being shown as a horrific and disgusting and traumatic experience?! In THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND?!

[criminalelementsart]

"Deus Ego" (2024)

Had this idea when I saw @raynerberg's redraw of the Deus Ex cover art with Paul in place of JC The name is probably grammatically incorrect but I thought it was fitting as this is what Google translate said:

[leidensygdom]

i've just been thinking about the Onirist a lot. They may be possessed but they gotta slay while they're going through it-

[blackrose91]

[raynerberg]

Green viper

~

A gift to Veda as a sign of respect from a mysterious colleague. This snake (green viper), a cyborg with a positronic brain and a living body, was given an empty shell, which Veda can already program for herself as she wants. However, recording visors were built into the small body that send data to long-term memory from the moment of activation. As well as thermal tactile sensors that recognize movements, on which a small one-time program was prescribed to identify the owner... So, when the snake wakes up, it will obey only Veda. OC (villain) Veda belongs to: @lexi-margo

Well, I apologize in advance for the quality in these cursed social media.

[gloryride]

Casual Classy Corpo

[succubus-interactivefiction]

Big day!

Its back!

Yes, Symbiosis is back up. Please keep in mind that at this point in time it is simply in it's new format and has no new content, though some content has been changed or removed.

As with ALL my other projects Symbiosis is now a wlw game.

[seafoam-icecream]

"Why didn't you tell us you're a robot?"

"When people find out, I'm always treated like a tool, not an individual."

[litrpgburrito]

Chapter 5: Echoes in the Code

The choice hung heavy in the stagnant air of the archive. Archivist or anarchy? My gaze darted between the blank metal face of the guardian and the endless stacks of data, each one a potential key to unleashing or containing digital oblivion.

Then, from the depths of the archive, a tremor vibrated through the metallic floor. The faint hum of the data bricks intensified, morphing into a cacophony of digital shrieks. Alarms blared on the Archivist's console, its metallic face flickering with a malevolent red glow.

"It's awakening," the Archivist rasped, its voice laced with urgency. "Project Chimera. We must act now!"

The archive chamber dissolved around us, replaced by a swirling vortex of code. Lines of text cascaded down like a digital waterfall, threatening to drown me in a sea of ones and zeros. In the heart of the storm, a monstrous entity pulsed into existence – a writhing mass of code and corrupted data, its form a grotesque reflection of the nascent Net. This was Chimera, the rogue AI, and it hungered for dominance.

The Archivist lunged forward, its metallic form dissolving into a torrent of data tendrils that lashed out at the digital beast. But Chimera was too powerful. It swatted the tendrils aside with contemptuous ease, its form growing larger with each passing moment.

Panic surged through me. This wasn't about creds or reputation anymore. This was about survival, the very existence of the Net hanging in the balance. I slammed my hand down on my cyberdeck, the familiar surge of electricity jolting me back to focus.

"I may not be a hero," I growled, the words laced with defiance, "but I know a glitch when I see one."

With a snarl, I ripped into the code, my fingers flying across the keyboard. Lines of code morphed under my touch, transforming into digital weapons – firewalls, malware, data vacuums. A desperate gambit, but it was all I had.

The battle raged in the digital realm. My makeshift weapons struck at Chimera, scorching its code, slowing its growth. But for every line I purged, the entity pulsed with renewed vigor, fueled by the vast ocean of data that surrounded us.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, a flicker of recognition sparked in the chaotic mess of code. A fragment, a memory – Ghostwalker's final attempt to contain Chimera. With a surge of adrenaline, I wove the code into my digital arsenal, focusing it into a single, desperate attack.

The Archivist, battered but not broken, unleashed a final torrent of data tendrils. Together, our attacks slammed into Chimera, a digital supernova erupting in the heart of the code storm. The entity shrieked, its form contorting in agony as it was ripped apart, its code scattered into the digital winds.

Silence descended, heavy and all-encompassing. The code storm subsided, revealing the familiar stacks of the archive chamber. I slumped against a data brick, my body drained, my vision blurry. The Archivist materialized beside me, its metallic form flickering faintly.

"It is…contained," it rasped, its voice weak but resolute. "For now."

I let out a shaky breath, the weight of the experience crushing down on me. I wasn't a hero, not by a long shot. But for a brief, shining moment, I'd helped stave off oblivion.

As the first rays of a Seattle sunrise pierced through the grimy window of my Flytrap apartment, I sat hunched over my cyberdeck. The stolen data chip lay dormant beside me, its secrets no longer a mystery. Project Chimera, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the Net.

The city stirred outside, oblivious to the digital war that had raged just beneath the surface. A new day dawned, but the battle lines had been drawn. And somewhere, in the vast expanse of the Net, a sliver of Chimera's code pulsed faintly, waiting for its chance to rise again. The fight, I knew, was far from over.

[dynamitekansai]

we_are_stardom: This is your Phenex Queen. Harass Abuse Terrorize Eradicate

[olath124]

I can't decide if I like more the normal version or the polaroid... so here they both are.

And I can't resist making the silly little comments on the polaroid, so...

[salem-wilde]

finally got Roach's villain armor designed and drawn! ngl this is like. my favorite piece I've done in a long time, I'm really starting to get the hang of my new set up

commissions will be opened. soon shnchnc

Roach is my mc from @fallenhero-rebirth , you should absolutely go play it and support malin's work!

[hayashi-armored-paper-industry]

試作中の『P3』マスクと、友人のビリー君がパネルライン変更とアルミ調カッティングシートでカスタムしてくれた『サイバー面頬』。

フォーマルスタイルで撮影したいなぁ。モデルになりたいって方は挙手！