How do you express the soulless husk of the corporate world in a game like Cyberpunk, without going over the top into parody? Tantacrul’s video on Corporate Music – How to Compose with no Soul, was just the inspiration I needed to create some soulless hell.
The Micro-Air bubble for all of your outdoor needs,
filters out neurotoxins floating around the streets.
Word from the street:
… Hey man these things are great, just hook them up to the auto-doc atomiser, and breath in your concoction of choice …– Unknown ‘Dorpher
… Upgraded a batch of these for the 13th district PD, with armored faces, smart-google HUD, and rebreathers. Worked a charm, except if you smack the exhaust port, the facemask pops right off …– Kutter, Techie
… Got to watch the effects when a Netrunner, flipped the filter direction and sucked all the air out … I’ll never use them again …– Gimbals, Street Solo
From the midst of the storm of the last 3 years, I’ve had to pack a lot of side projects away while I focused on my job. So, a while ago I archived this website. Bring things back online it’s been 18 months since the last post.
Now, to pick up the pieces. Reorganise the parts into something coherent. Maybe a facelift. A continued imaginary exploration of the other worlds. Fantasy realms of the past, the all too near future of dystopian oligarchs, and an expanse of sci-fi stars stuck in an all too familiar pattern of human conflict.