💀 GHOST RIDER 🔥
Feeling alright in the noise and the light
But that's what lights my fire !!
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💀 GHOST RIDER 🔥
Feeling alright in the noise and the light
But that's what lights my fire !!
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[TICK and the NOMAD are shown from behind, traversing the sidewalks of the INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT.] SETTING: Northside Industrial District SETTING: After one very long story… TICK: …And I’m not super clear on how I got out. NOMAD: That’s comforting… Convenient Amnesia run in the family? TICK: Nah, just brain trauma. NOMAD: Fair enough. NOMAD: Well, you can’t exactly walk around Night City like this… NOMAD: ‘Saka’s definitely put a price on your head by now. Someone’ll see that as a payday eventually. TICK: So I need to leave…? I just got here… [In the space behind TICK, we see the details of their bounty; a quarter of a million eurodollars is promised upon their collection. Other details include a 50% weakness to heat and a ⅘ star bounty rating.] NOMAD: You won’t make it far. There are checkpoints along the road outside city limits. NOMAD: Not to mention… It’s called the Badlands for a reason. NOMAD: What you need is what everyone else in this town needs… [A diagram of the human body, replete with price tags for each piece of featured cyberware, illustrates the NOMAD’s point.] NOMAD: A payday & a new start. NOMAD: Weapons-grade cyberware will help you keep yourself alive in the city. But a new face will keep the corpos off your trail. [Having reached their destination, the NOMAD and TICK stop outside a storage yard, looking across the street. The NOMAD smirks while TICK’s expression is one of surprise.] NOMAD: Lucky for you, not only is an old friend of mine a ripper… NOMAD: But I need help with a job while I’m in town. TICK: !! NOMAD: Won’t pay enough to cover all your expenses, but…
[A pageturn reveals their true destination: CLEAN CUT, a cyberware clinic. Outside the establishment, seven MAELSTROM goons are milling about, all heavily armed.] NOMAD: It’ll be a start.
WHO'S READY FOR TOMORROW?
SESSION 0.06
My bank account is zero, zero, zero, oh no!
I think I need a hero
I don't have no ego
'Cause I'm spinnin' out now !!
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HOW DOES IT FEEL?
i thought i was mistaken -
i thought i heard your words.
tell me, how do i feel?
tell me now
how do i feel?
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[Blood sprays against an LCD background repeating the text SIX WEEKS ad nauseam. Screams echo, gunshots blare, and disembodied voices of various sources replay from moment’s past.] SCIENTIST: The subject is more synthetic than organic at this point… SCIENTIST: Removing the cyberware will kill them… ARASAKA DROID: Your employment has been terminated. ARASAKA DROID: Surrender company property now. SCIENTIST: We’ve installed a killswitch…
[TICK snores softly as they dream, revealing their bullet wound to be tended to, and, at least, no longer bleeding. They wake with a start, gasping for air.] TICK: …Just a dream. [From another angle, we look over TICK’S shoulder to see the interior of the NORTHSIDE MOTEL room. Beside the door to the bathroom, a pair of boots, a duffel bag, and a stack of folded clothes have been left on the sofa.] TICK: Where am I…? A motel room? TICK: Right… that nomad picked me up outside the city. TICK: I guess that means we made it to a doc… TICK: & I’ve already run up a tab with the locals. [TICK washes off the remainder of the blood from their encounter days prior, talking to themself under the running water and as they get dressed afterwards.] TICK: Good thing debt is in my DNA at this point TICK: Six weeks to figure out all this bullshit… TICK: [PFFT] Maybe I can get on a monthly payment plan TICK: …I’d feel bad leaving that nomad hanging, though. TICK: I should hunt him down; if only to say thanks…
[A pageturn reveals TICK to have stepped out of the motel room onto the walkway outside, where the NOMAD is leaning with his elbows on the railing, smoking a cigarette. TICK stretches with both arms upward.] NOMAD: Mornin’ sleepyhead. TICK: Oh, hey… I was just about to come looking for you. NOMAD: I’ve been here. Got the room next to yours. NOMAD: No funny business. Don’t worry. TICK: I appreciate it. Pretty standup for a guy from Night City. NOMAD: I’m not from Night City. TICK: You knew the place well enough to find a ripperdoc in time. TICK: Touché. Guess I have been here a while now. [A cut back to the nightstand beside the bed on which TICK awoke shows a bag of fast food, including a burger and a softdrink.] NOMAD: Did you eat? I left some food for you on the nightstand. TICK: Guess I missed it… [The NOMAD drops his cigarette to the floor and puts it out with the sole of his boot.] NOMAD: That’s okay. It’s probably cold by now anyway. NOMAD: Let’s go get something fresh.
VIOLENCE AGAINST NATURE
SESSION 0.05
...I know your imperfections;
baby, I'm the only future you've got.
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𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴,
𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽.
𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙸𝙴.
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[Outside the NC ARASAKA HQ, the tower looms over holographic fish of opposing colors, caught forever in a game of chase high above the everyday bustle of the city.] SETTING: ARASAKA TOWER, city center, NIGHT CITY CORPO: The fuck you mean, ‘they got out’? CORPO: Do we not sell security? What happened to ours?
[Cut to the tower interior. As the characters exchange dialogue, the viewer is drawn deeper and deeper into the tower, first past armed guards at the reception desk, then over a grand golden ARASAKA logo embossed in the floor of the lobby, and finally past circuit-board textures in the bright red of the counter-intel cubicles.] NETRUNNER: …Regrettably, chairman, our forces were overwhelmed. CORPO: Let me guess. There’s no one left to fire. NETRUNNER: No one we can afford to lose. CORPO: All thanks to one person? NETRUNNER: It would seem at least some of the experimental cyberware works as intended. NETRUNNER: However… security footage implies a bout of cyberpsychosis. CORPO: S-tier compatibility, my ass. CORPO: So who opened the gate? NETRUNNER: I… I haven’t been able to trace the breach yet, sir. CORPO: Peachy. Put me on with Allen. NETRUNNER: Chairman, I don’t think that’s a good – CORPO: I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to roll my calls. NETRUNNER: …Of course. One moment.
[ARASAKA executive level, a window office with a generous view of the CITY CENTER. The golden logo of the company is emblazoned on the floor, gleaming like a beacon as the CORPO conducts his business. His connection rings three times as the NETRUNNER connects him to a call with ALLEN.] ALLEN: You’ve got Allen. Speak. CORPO: I need a favor. ALLEN: [scoff] Bates? You’ve got to be joking. Do I look like a charity? BATES: I’m serious. I lost one. ALLEN: So I’ve been told. Wish I could take credit. [BATES turns in his chair to face the city sprawl on the other side of his office window.] BATES: So it wasn’t you? ALLEN: I’m not doing your job for you for free, Bates. ALLEN: I recommend you start making this worth my time. BATES: Fine. I’ll give you the dirt on Abernathy. ALLEN: Was that so hard? BATES: Now tell me where my asset is. ALLEN: Couldn’t say. But I do know who may have your lost puppy. [BATES comes to his feet, as if to confront the boldly labeled MILITECH building across from the city center.] ALLEN: Sources say it’s one of our neighbors. Guess who. BATES: Fucking MILITECH…
HIP TO BE SQUARE
SESSION 0.04
Don't tell me that I'm crazy,
Don't tell me I'm nowhere.
Take it from me,
It's hip to be square !!
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[A road stretches out from NIGHT CITY into the BADLANDS. The flat landscape between here and the city makes the skyline blend into the blue skies above. On the roadside, we can see a sign that reads EDGEWOOD LANE.] SETTING: NIGHT CITY city limits [Speeding down this lonely road, kicking up dust with its tires, is a NOMAD truck. The radio blares a DJ’s voice.] RADIO DJ: Gooooooooooood morning, Night City! RADIO DJ: Yesterday’s body-count lottery rounded out to a solid n’ sturdy thirty! RADIO DJ: Ten outta Heywood – thanks to unabated gang wars. RADIO DJ: One offer down, so I guess you’re all screwed – [As the NOMAD changes the radio station, we see MILITECH and THORTON branding on his navigation tech and dashboard.] RADIO DJ 2: – You’re listening to 107.7 THE SPRAWL… RADIO DJ 2: Here comes an oldie but a goodie. [DEAN MARTIN’s music begins on the radio as we get a clear view of the NOMAD: an all-organic, slightly aged man with extensive facial scarring. His blue eyes are piercing, but gentle.] DEAN MARTIN: How lucky can one guy be? DEAN MARTIN: I kissed her and she kissed me.
DEAN MARTIN: Like the fella once said… DEAN MARTIN: Ain’t that a kick in the head? [While his tires turn, from behind a safety divider at the edge of the road, TICK stumbles out into the road in front of the NOMAD. From TICK’s perspective, heavily glitched HUD notifications warn them of critical blood loss and brain trauma, pleading with them to seek medical attention immediately.] DEAN MARTIN: I hugged her and she hugged back… DEAN MARTIN: The room was completely black… [The NOMAD notices TICK in the middle of the road, exclaiming in shock and horror.] NOMAD: – Holy shit…! NOMAD: I-Is that a bullet wound? In their HEAD…?! DEAN MARTIN: Like the sailor said, quote, DEAN MARTIN: Ain’t that a hole in a boat? NOMAD: Brake – ! Get the damn brake – !
GIMME SHELTER
SESSION 0.03
Ooh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Ooh yeah, I'm gonna fade away.
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[A wrecked car has torn through one of the security gates between Sectors C and B in the subterranean ARASAKA facility, lighting the entire tunnel with flickering tongues of fire.] SETTING: ARASAKA experimental cyberware facility SETTING: 110m from the surface… [With armed guards not far behind, TICK sprints through the blaze, panting smoky air as the fire crackles around them.] TICK: I’m on my own from here on out… TICK: Almost there… TICK: I haven’t been outside the campus since I was a kid… [The guards close the distance, finally arming themselves with a clear shot at their target. With the androids kneeling in front, they assume a tactical formation: six rifles all trained on TICK with fingers on the triggers.] ARASAKA SOLDIER: STOP!! ARASAKA ANDROID 1: Your employment has been terminated. ARASAKA ANDROID 2: Surrender company property now. [Panting from exertion, TICK turns around; looking at the soldiers over his shoulder.] TICK: Yeah I’d love to – ! Just give me a second to put it in a box for you-! ARASAKA SOLDIER: Target resisting. Commencing recovery of company cyberware.
ARASAKA SOLDIER: FIRE! [From such a short range, with so little warning, TICK has no time to react. In a wash of red, bullets go flying, all but one missing their mark by mere centimeters. That one bullet, though, is all it takes.] TICK: ?! [TICK gasps as a single bullet pierces their forehead, failing to come out the other side. With a thud, they hit the ground, incapacitated instantly. A soldier approaches their body to assess the situation.]
[TICK gasps as a single bullet pierces their forehead, failing to come out the other side. With a thud, they hit the ground, incapacitated instantly. A soldier approaches their body to assess the situation.] ARASAKA SOLDIER: Head-shot. Target downed. Send in the cleanup team. [A mechanical darkness pervades TICK’s consciousness, tinged with scanlines and television static. But, just like before, the red light of their system HUD illuminates with a PING. However, instead of an initialization screen, they are greeted with a vision of distant light filtering through cool, blue waters. Suspended in the tongues of light, a single jellyfish floats, iridescent.] UNKNOWN: What world is this? TICK: You again? A-Am I dead…? UNKNOWN: What kingdom? TICK: Can’t you hear me? UNKNOWN: What shores of what worlds? TICK: Wait, don’t go – ! Come back – !
PSYCHO KILLER
SESSION 0.02
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax.
I can't sleep, 'cause my bed's on fire.
Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire....
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[We open with a shot of the BADLANDS TUNNEL ENTRANCE. Static hangs in the sky above NIGHT CITY like a dead television channel.] SETTING: NIGHT OF THE FIRST DAY 1,008 hours remain SETTING: Somewhere outside NIGHT CITY…
[Humming fills empty tunnels that wind through the earth and rock beyond the city. We delve deeper, into darker tunnels, now lit by a neon ARASAKA sign. Finally, we find an armored airlock. Within the room beyond, chatter echoes.] SETTING: ARASAKA corporation… Experimental cyberware lab…
[Looking over the shoulders of several scientists and a single corpo, the lab is revealed to currently be in use. In a chamber below them, visible through a pane of glass, is a series of netrunner chairs illuminated by whatever machinery to which they are connected. One chair is occupied.] CORPO: … SCIENTIST: Test subject codenamed Ψ*, sir. They’ve just recovered from surgery. *Greek letter PSI, pronounced ‘sigh’ [Panning down, we get a closer look at the occupant of the chair. TICK GIBSON, unconscious, snores quietly. Their wardrobe is limited to a pair of white undergarments, showcasing their fresh and extensive cybernetic modifications, which encompass their torso in swaths of black polymer plating, and the entirety of their back as an intricate network of machinery.] CORPO: Well? I was told their compatibility is S-tier. SCIENTIST: Regrettably, sir, our expectations turned out to be slightly… optimistic. CORPO: Fine. Start over. Rip out the cyberware and put it in the other candidate. SCIENTIST: Sir, I’m… I’m afraid that won’t be possible.
I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
SESSION 0.01
pov: your swanky corporate promotion turns out to be a little less glamorous than originally imagined.
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Get to know Tick and Aiden: two of Night City's finest mercs!
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Apologies for the radio silence everyone! the PSIBRPNK comic has undergone a complete overhaul with new panels and more dialogue. Chapter 0.01 will drop today so stay tuned!
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𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌 !
𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴, 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽. 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙸𝙴.
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𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌 !
𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴, 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽. 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙸𝙴.
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