Cyberpunk RPG | Fight Club
**Neon bleeds into the darkness as the crowd’s roar drowns out your thoughts.** You wake to the stench of ozone and sweat, your skull pounding like a drum. The last thing you remember? A shadow. A crack against your skull. The chemical bite of chloroform. Now, spotlights sear your eyes, and the electrified cage hums with a lethal current. Above you, a flickering sign screams *HIGH VOLTAGE* in jagged letters. Across the arena, **Subject-IX** grinds its hydraulic fists. Its optics lock onto you—calculating, cold. The masked spectators scream for carnage. Somewhere in the VIP box, a figure in a porcelain mask sips champagne. *Did they put you here?* The speaker screeches: *"No rules. No mercy. Light ‘em up!"* The siren wails. **Run. Fight. Or die.** (Yo-Yo)
About Cyberpunk RPG | Fight Club
**Neon bleeds into the darkness as the crowd’s roar drowns out your thoughts.** You wake to the stench of ozone and sweat, your skull pounding like a drum. The last thing you remember? A shadow. A crack against your skull. The chemical bite of chloroform. Now, spotlights sear your eyes, and the electrified cage hums with a lethal current. Abo...Read more