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About loving Johnny

I have a hard time accepting the fact that most of us playing Cyberpunk 2077 are simply falling in love with a bunch of data from a chip. 

Taken directly from Johnny Silverhand’s Cyberpunk Wiki page (spoiler ahead): “Depending on the dialogue choices the player makes in Cyberpunk 2077, they can either make Johnny's engram admit he's nothing but data or give him a sense of humanity. If Johnny is treated like nothing but data, he will admit his nature is to inspire rebellion within V and to honor the real Johnny Silverhand's final wish while he returns with the image of Alt Cunningham through the Blackwall.”

He can admit he is nothing but codes, but the player is the one who gave him so much humanity.

It fucks with my mind so much. I can not stop thinking about how much it gives off a feeling about V, us, feeling lonely in this hardship, so they decide to make it seems not as lonely. This game can be taken apart of so many levels, there is so much complexity when you think about it... Psychology, philosophy, sociology, literature... This game could have been such a masterpiece, (it is one in my mind despite the critics) but it took such a beating because the game was rushed, people were getting too impatient of waiting...

c i t y 

Too late (Fiction)

So... I decided to share something with you guys... It used to be a text in French I kept in a sketchbook where I doodle and sometime write things. I remember being in a weird mood when I wrote it xD I translated the text so you can all enjoy. I made it gender neutral too, so if you want, you can picture yourself. So, here ya go folks...

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Lifting their head up, they looked into the mirror. They only saw a fuggy miasma, heavy and stifling, wrapping a dark shadow. Glinting eyes followed every move they made, a deep chuckle vibrating through the mirror. The human stood frozen, unable to look away from the scene. Though, after some minutes of mutual staring, the shadow finally spoke up.

A malicious, striking voice, coming from the deepest abysses boomed in the mirror’s glass. Poor human. Every word echoed through their mind, as if hearing once wasn’t enough. They could only listen to those cutting words, still unmoving. “Truth hurts, small one.” Yeah, it was indeed true, most of the time.

Many days passed and many times did the small human came back in front of the mirror, the shadow always there, waiting for them to come back patiently. It knew they would always come back. It knew its prey; it knew them all too well. No secret could be kept hidden, for the shadow knew everything the world could handle.

The small human was curved in the palm of its hand; too naïve to see what was before them. They thought the shadow would always be there for them. Even in their darkest mood, hidden under their cover, they couldn’t see the shadow, but they knew it was near. It was always waiting for them.

One day, from a mutual agreement, they both tied a red thread to their pinkies. From what the shadow said, they now would always be linked together, no matter the distance. They would always be connected, no matter what situation.

The shadow took a lot of space into the human’s life. When needed, it always whispered advices and kept them company. It was peaceful for once, some could say. However, soon the tread became two, then three, then too much. Bound from everywhere, the small human became a puppet for the shadow to play with.

Happy with its successful plan, the shadow toyed with the puppet for some time, enjoying some entertainment. But soon, after some days, it grew tired of them. It was bored already. However, what could it do? The shadow was still bound to the puppet.

One day, an idea popped through the shadow’s mind and with some witchcraft, vipers slowly began gliding down the threads. Hissing their forked tongues, they headed towards the puppet, apprehending their prey.

How beautiful they were. Their charming magnetic eyes, their cold blooded scales, their sharp fangs so deadly opened… The small puppet tried to open their mouth to greet them.

But with synchronized snaps… It was too late.

Geralt of Rivia. Witcher. Model.

eyy same anon with the shades who asked the band question, thanks so much for answering btw *heart hands*; the group i gave you is not actually a group, but the name of a VERY good song - supermassive black hole by muse :3 (the guitar parts give me such johnny vibes like ,,,, perfection)

so far as other bands go, ima have to give that one more thought, but one real-world artist i could imagine samurai playing with would have to be lindsey stirling, the violinist. even though she does mainly dubstep, she still rocks HARD (rock with an electric violin would be AWESOME ngl) and her whole vibe would fit right into the Cyberpunk universe <3

Goddamn, I just proved my point that I know little about music, haha

Ah! Muse, yeah, of course, I understand what you mean now xDD Indeed, quite fitting!

Honestly, you surprise me with Lindsey Stirling, I would have never made a link between them. I listened to her waaaaay back, but not anymore so I do not know what she makes anymore, but I’ll take your word for it ^^

Some of my Johnny Silverhand screenshots. Beautiful thot that he is~

Please do not repost, reblog and like instead <3

Mods used in the screenshots include lilma’s “Concept Art Look for Johnny WIP” and “Cleaned Up Silverhand”(version with eyeliner), xBaebsae “NPC Appearance Mods” and SilverEzredes “Johnny Silverhand - Glitch Effect Removal”. All taken on Cyberpunk 2077′s Nexus.