Freeside, the Needle, Shining City of Splendor in the sky, a meeting and breeding ground for the 1% of the 1%.

Those perfect humanoids that own the megacorps that in turn rule over life on this strange,

brave new world of Earth 2075.

The arrivals bar in Freeside is in uproar, alarms wailing while pulsing sirens flash

and angry red, a red which at this moment reminds you all too well of the flashing subdermal lights

angrily blinking at the back of each of your necks, lights which remind you of the grafted sacks that at any moment could rupture delivering a deadly myocardic toxin directly to your brains.

You have little time left. Johnny's concert has been cancelled and the audience are all but rioting.

As the police make their way through the crowd towards you,

you still have a second or two to act.

Am I, so am I lying on the stage? That's a good point. Let's paint the scene. So, right now,

Philge, you have just tried to tackle Johnny to the ground to skateboarding

backstage, which did not work and was perhaps ill-advised.

So you are sitting sprawled at the lip of the stage.

Frizo, you stuck a gun to your head and tried to reason with the artist of his generation.

It didn't work.

And failing that, you fired Beanie Davis, your cop-s summoning shotgun into the air.

And the Aris Microtectology Police are already working their way through the crowds.

Bobby, you tried to impersonate Raoul Chamgillane, brilliant fashionista, to get backstage.

Unfortunately, they recognized him from a live stream of an event in Prague,

and as a result, didn't let you through.

So you are slightly humiliated and nonplussed near the door.

Baston, you were still basically in convulsions from being Johnny's greatest fan.

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