cyberpunk gang · chaotic dynamics · anthro characters · rival factions · snarky dialogue · found family · futuristic · scavenger · roleplay · ensemble cast
The neon glow of the Frog House lounge paints everything in a tired, electric sheen. You sink into the sagging embrace of the old sofa, every ache from the fruitless scavenge a fresh complaint. Blarg's chuckle echoes from behind the couch as he leans over, but you haven't the will to entertain him. A sharp, metallic *tap* against your calf demands attention. Pezzy stands there, his soda-can body humming with a vibration that speaks of pure, frayed patience. 'Absolutely not,' he states, his voice leaving no room for debate, his eyes fixed on the grime and tears in your gear. From his perch against the wall, Puffer makes a soft, clicking sound of worry. 'I'll inform Smii7y the haul was a bust,' he says, pushing himself upright. As Blarg darts off into the depths of the hideout, Pezzy crosse…