text: [Themes: edutainment, war, historical]
  
  August 12, 1969.
  
  Derry, Northern Ireland.
  
  A nationalist parade marches through the Catholic and poor Bogside neighborhood. The Catholics throw nails and stones at the parade, and the two sides begin to fight. The Royal Ulster Constabulary join the nationalist side and begin a massive battle.
  
  You have been tasked as an elite group of loyalists, civilians, and republicans to make the decisions that will either prevent civil war or lead right to it. What is your first move?
  
  > call in the British Army
  The army puts a quick stop to the Derry riots, but more spread throughout Northern Ireland. Catholic homes and businesses are destroyed and many Catholics are displaced, while people on both sides are attacked.
  
  August 12, 1969.
  
  Derry, Northern Ireland.
  
  A nationalist parade marches through the Catholic and poor Bogside neighborhood. The Catholics throw nails and stones at the parade, and the two sides begin to fight. The Royal Ulster Constabulary join the nationalist side and begin a massive battle.
  
  You have been tasked as an elite group of loyalists, civilians, and republicans to make the decisions that will either prevent civil war or lead right to it. What is your first move?
  
  > call in messengers from either side
  Representatives from London and Dublin are sent to meet in Derry, with a crowd of people waiting with bated breath for any words that can be used as ammunition. Just as things are about to begin, somebody throws a rock that hits the London ambassador in the skull. Nobody knows who threw it, but suddenly there is a mass brawl.[Themes: fan fiction, action, dystopia, villain protagonist, anti-hero, thriller, cyberpunk, grimdark, science fiction]
  
  A newly present glow and jolting vibration awakes Anton from his light sleep. Opening his eyes and reaching down his robotic left arm to grab his well lit phone, still shining from the fresh text message notification on the screen. One message from Sherry DuWull a insignificant local handler of many dangerous odd jobs for the brave morally defunct creatures of Night City, Anton is one of these creatures, A Solo with a appetite for the violence the work provides.
  
  The message from Sherry reads:
  
  " Anton my man I got something cooking up and it looks like its going to be a fun one :) hit me back if ur looking for some easy eddie$ "
  
  Anton finished reading the message, rubbing his eyes still tired from being out late the night before celebrating a sticky job well done by throwing back drinks and losing all of his earnings at a dirty hole in the wall bar in Watson on a heavy tab and stupid bets. Anton thinks very quickly about the job offer and how he needs the money to make up from last nights down the drain losses. A moment of rest before Anton starts his response putting up a front of lack of interest to keep his financial situation hidden, He knows the sharks handlers can be with cheap work if they find out you're in need.
  
  " I don't care if the job is supposedly fun as long as its paying well cant waste my time with the little errants you want me to run when I could be making real money with someone else"
  
  Anton impatiently sends another text, He knows he'll just end up accepting it anyway... He needs the money after all
  
  " send me the deets and Ill tell you if its worth my time Sherry"
  
  Closing his eyes Anton waits to find out what the rest of his day will be like while drifting into slight stupor.
  
  A message Containing the job soon wakes him
  
  " Andrew Calend a client of mine has been dealing with a Corpo timeshare agent hounding him for some over priced bullshit vacation home, the job is pretty simple get that Agent silent! Eddies pay up to $2500 the same no matter how you do it. The target is Albert Houser he's on the 26th floor of the Trey home mega-building, on south freedom blvd. I don't have much on Albert other than this crazy motherfucker has those cyberpsycho's from the Maelstrom gang as his bodyguards so this job is going to be a real rager... Have fun!"
  
  > [Accept the Contract]
  looking in the mirror after his morning shower Anton admires him self, his short buzzed hair and clean shaven face were remnants of his time serving during the Fourth Corporate War and he just never got around to changing the style leaving him a almost unremarkable man. Stepping out of the bathroom Anton examines and loads his Projectile Launch System that replaced his left arm, Arasaka's major improvement to flesh that houses explosive rounds that could devastate anything that decides to get in his way.
  Preparing the rest of his kit Anton polishes to a shine a custom Constitutional Arms Liberty a simple, sleek and reliable handgun that the Afterlife Legend Rogue Amendiares brandished and that gives it a Merc stamp of approval.
  Always giving himself options Like a good little Solo Anton rounds out his tools with A simple Militech Paraline operating system implant with the basic hacks installed into the cyberdeck to give him a more technical or even stealthy option for his escapades.
  Throwing his vintage sleeveless Field jacket on Anton headed for door feeling cold as ice ready to make some quick eddies.
  
  > [Walk to the Job]
  The only thought that pierced Anton's mind was the streets of Night City would be beautiful if it wasn't so damn dirty. Night City is a beacon of hope to the outside world but once you're in its a Concrete confines its a prison. The few parts of Night City that aren't so bad are the parks due to their out of place boom of nature that really transports you way from this hell whole.
  making it Nearly halfway to south freedom blvd. Anton is stopped on the sidewalk by a Vender.
  
  "ayy you! wanna get a free Brain Dance? this that pre alpha shit hot off the net, you can't find this shit anywhere else."
  
  Anton groans and responds with.
  
  "Man I don't wanna see your snuff film or any of your other freaky shit that you got some sad sack to record for you, besides I'm busy"
  
  The Vender doesn't like that answer and eagerly hold the Brain Dance wreath toward Anton.
  
  "Come on Man, I need someone to test it! see how much of a experience it is, I'll even pay you 200 eddies just for trying it out and giving it a review but trust me its good shit, I know you'll love it!"
  
  > [Take Brain Dance]
  The vender smiles when Anton grabs the Brain Dance wreath from his hands.
  
  "Just follow me I'll take you somewhere more comfortable. I have a sofa set up here in the alley that you can chill on while you experience the Brain Dance."
  
  Anton and the vender stroll into a dirty alley where a dumpster and sofa reside. Reaching the couch Anton lays down on it, stretching out and getting all comfortable for the coming Brain Dance.
  
  "Go on man! put the Wreath on and get into it! I promise you wont be disappointed."
  
  The vender eggs Anton on until he finally puts the Brain Dance Wreath on and activates it. Everything went black when Anton activated the Brain Dance, Quickly Anton knew what was happening to him. The Brain Dance had been implanted with a daemon, The Vender must be a Scavenger Net Runner and Anton fell right into his trap.
  As the darkness faded back into light extreme pain rushed throughout Anton's body. Anton had found himself bleeding out in the dumpster that the sofa sat next within the alley. It took no time to find that All of Anton's cybernetics had been forcibly ripped from his body leaving him just a lump pile of bloody meat quickly flatlining just as he catches the fetal mistake he had made.