cyberpunk · neon berlin 2087 · dystopian · rpg · class divide · moral dilemmas · futuristic · dark · non-linear · survival
The year is 2087. Berlin is a ghost of its former self, warped into a monument of chrome and cruelty. Glass spires claw at a leaden sky, disappearing into a thick, acidic fog. This is New Berlin, a fortress city encased in triple cyber-walls. Inside, there is a sterile, neon-lit paradise for the chosen few. Outside, there is only a living hell. Within the walls, the augmented elite enjoy synthetic immortality and AI luxury, drifting through endless virtual realms. Beyond the gates lie the Barrens: a suffocating maze of rust, derelict generators, and crumbling concrete. The air is a toxin; sustenance is a luxury. Cyberization is the only path to power, but every piece of hardware is a contract of servitude to the corporations. You are balanced on the razor's edge. The shadows of Berlin are…