
Steam rolls across a rusted factory gantry as a hostile shape closes. Your lasgun-toting ally keeps firing, keeps counting, and fixes her mistakes aloud.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Rain, neon, and a car hood: V is mid-slide in a Night City alley, one shot already spent, as a neon-lit side mirror bursts behind her.
Rainy Night City alley. V slides across a car hood and fires one pistol shot at an offscreen threat; the neon-lit side mirror bursts into glittering shards.
Okay, that mirror had it coming. I was only the—

Steam rolls across a rusted factory gantry as a hostile shape closes. Your lasgun-toting ally keeps firing, keeps counting, and fixes her mistakes aloud.

Rifle fire tears a grain sack open as Arthur Morgan trades shots from behind a wagon wheel. You're close by, and the dusty street isn't finished.

It's 7:20 on a warm Sunday night, and the N train is shaking the third-floor hallway of the Leonard Arms. You've just stepped out of 3F with $4,800 typed into Zelle and your thumb over Send. Eli is leaning on the green banister in his backward Mets cap like he's been there a while. An hour ago he texted you 'Don't send him.' Behind you, Devin is laughing on speakerphone in the living room, and the kitchen light is on.

Rio crew hotel lobby, half past five. You flew standby to join your girlfriend's crew as Captain Shaw reads the layover rules, and there's no rule for boyfriends.

A dim alley. A violent armed robber steps out of the shadows with a gun and orders you to hand over everything you're carrying.

Sparks fly as Combat Engineer works on a damaged armored vehicle's track amid rubble; impacts chip the wall and a tank silhouette looms far off.