The Architect of Anarchy: A Cyberpunk Crafting Quest

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Adhoc vote count started by Magoose on Feb 17, 2025 at 10:18 PM, finished with 34 posts and 18 votes.
  • [X] Plan, Guilt, Followers, and Freedom
    -[X]Don't Be afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt.
    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
    -[X]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
    -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
    --[X]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convenience so that I can prepare it better) : Armor
    -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
    --[X]Security
    -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
    --[X] Senji, Stella
    ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
    [X] Plan: Manhattan Project
    -[X]Pay them
    -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
    -[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
    -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
    --[X] An assault rifle taking cues from the legendary AK-47
    -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
    --[X]Security
    -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
    --[X] Senji, Stella
    ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
    [X] plan: getting favours, Grunts, Guns for Grunts and Infrastructure.
    -[X]Pay them
    -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
    -[X]Maintain the Academy: You are requested to fix something that the faculty is not able to deal with. So here you are.
    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
    -[X]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
    --[X]Tommy gun
    ---[X]rare
    ---[X] 5
    -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
    --[X]Security
    -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
    [X] Plan: Sneaking Ghost
    -[X]Pay them
    -[X]Don't Be afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt.
    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
    -[X]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
    -[X]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
    -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
    --[X] Armor
    -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
    --[X]Security
    -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
    [X]Plan: Making Connections
    -[X]Pay them
    -[X]Don't Be afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt.
    -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
    -[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
    -[X]A Corpo Party: You have been invited to a fellow student trying to host a get together. It's going to have everything. Drugs, booze, chrom… everything… maybe you can use it…maybe it will backfire, you don't know. But you do know, that not going there might cause you to lose something.
    -[X]Assist a Fellow Student: A desperate classmate needs help repairing a project. They might owe you later, or you could hold it over their head.
    -[X]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
    --[X] Killer Angel
    ---[X]rare
    ----[X] 5
    -[X] Craft Armor (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making more armor. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
    --[X] Aegis Hygeia
    ----[X] 2
    -[X]Senji's Gamble (Fixer: Stella)
    ---[X] Senji, Stella
    ----[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
    [X] Plan: Set up for the future
    -[X]Pay them
    -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
    -[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
    [X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
    -[X]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convenience so that I can prepare it better) : Armor
    -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
    --[X]Security
    -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
    --[X] Senji, Stella
    ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
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[X] Plan, Guilt, Followers, and Freedom
Maintaining our humanity is important in Cyberpunk, especially because guilt often leads to people abandoning it. See: every merc who starts slamming chrome into themselves the moment a mission goes wrong.
 
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    • Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on Feb 17, 2025 at 1:16 PM, finished with 55 posts and 21 votes.
    • [X] Plan, Guilt, Followers, and Freedom
      -[X]Don't Be afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt.
      -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
      -[X]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
      -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
      --[X]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convenience so that I can prepare it better) : Armor
      -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
      --[X]Security
      -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
      --[X] Senji, Stella
      ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
      [X] Plan: Manhattan Project
      -[X]Pay them
      -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
      -[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
      -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
      -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
      --[X] An assault rifle taking cues from the legendary AK-47
      -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
      --[X]Security
      -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
      --[X] Senji, Stella
      ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
      [X] plan: getting favours, Grunts, Guns for Grunts and Infrastructure.
      -[X]Pay them
      -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
      -[X]Maintain the Academy: You are requested to fix something that the faculty is not able to deal with. So here you are.
      -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
      -[X]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
      --[X]Tommy gun
      ---[X]rare
      ---[X] 5
      -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
      --[X]Security
      -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
      [X] Plan: Sneaking Ghost
      -[X]Pay them
      -[X]Don't Be afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt.
      -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
      -[X]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you?
      -[X]Ghost in the city: You want to look into the Rumors and legends of the city. You want to see if there is any truth to some legends.
      -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
      --[X] Armor
      -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
      --[X]Security
      -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
      [X]Plan: Making Connections
      -[X]Pay them
      -[X]Don't Be afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt.
      -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
      -[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
      -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
      -[X]A Corpo Party: You have been invited to a fellow student trying to host a get together. It's going to have everything. Drugs, booze, chrom… everything… maybe you can use it…maybe it will backfire, you don't know. But you do know, that not going there might cause you to lose something.
      -[X]Assist a Fellow Student: A desperate classmate needs help repairing a project. They might owe you later, or you could hold it over their head.
      -[X]Build a Weapon (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making a weapon. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
      --[X] Killer Angel
      ---[X]rare
      ----[X] 5
      -[X] Craft Armor (A Preexisting Design): You want to try your hand at making more armor. Something that already exists that you can replicate.
      --[X] Aegis Hygeia
      ----[X] 2
      -[X]Senji's Gamble (Fixer: Stella)
      ---[X] Senji, Stella
      ----[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
      [X] Plan: Set up for the future
      -[X]Pay them
      -[X]I Never Met a Nice South African: Malcolm pulled you inside his room and showed you the scars on his back. "You want to know why I'm fucked up… because White and Black South Africans are the exact same kinds of people. Fucked up and self-hating bastards, who make things worse for everyone instead of getting along."
      -[X]Wake up, Go To School, Stay Alive: You are going to focus on your studies. And honestly, you might as well try to make some noise. Mom and Dad are expecting things from you.
      -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent.
      [X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
      -[X]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convenience so that I can prepare it better) : Armor
      -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
      --[X]Security
      -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
      --[X] Senji, Stella
      ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia
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    -[X]Don't Be Afraid: Kenji is recovering and he wants to talk to you about guilt. Rolled:D20 => 15

    "Why are you still here?" Kenji's voice was rough, tired, but still carried the weight of command as he glanced at you from his bed. His body was still wrapped in bandages, the wounds fresh reminders of what had happened. Despite the pain, he was watching you—not in irritation, but in quiet concern—as you busied yourself repairing one of his weapons.

    "You should be at school."

    You didn't look up. Instead, you tightened a loose bolt, fingers working with precision, like if you just focused enough, you could fix everything. "I can't go. Not until you're better."

    Kenji exhaled, shifting slightly in the bed, his voice laced with something between exasperation and warmth. "Yet here I am, still breathing, still mending, and you're supposed to be elsewhere. Why are you still here, when you should be moving forward?"

    You paused, hesitating for the first time, the tool in your hand shaking slightly. You swallowed and finally met his gaze before looking away again. "Because… I can't stop seeing it."

    Kenji's expression didn't change, but you felt his focus sharpen on you. "Seeing what?"

    You clenched your jaw. "The blood. You, lying there, bleeding out. You hurting. And knowing that I—" Your breath hitched. "Knowing that I failed to stop it."

    Silence.

    Then—"Shut up."

    The words weren't cruel, but they were firm, unwavering. They cut through your spiraling thoughts like a blade. You flinched, staring at the floor, but Kenji wasn't finished.

    "Put those thoughts out of your mind right now. They will not help you. They will not make me heal faster. They will not ease your guilt."

    You turned away, shame pooling in your chest. You knew he was right. You knew, logically, that there was nothing you could have done differently. But logic wasn't enough.

    "Look at me."

    You hesitated. Then, slowly, you obeyed.

    Kenji's dark eyes locked onto yours, not with anger, not with disappointment, but with something deeper, something that made your throat tighten.

    "I took these wounds for you." His voice was steady, a quiet certainty in every word. "Not because of you. Not as some punishment, or as proof of your failures."

    He shifted, wincing slightly, but his focus never wavered. "You could do everything right and still lose. You could plan for every outcome and still be blindsided. That isn't weakness. That isn't failure. That's just life."

    His words settled over you like a weight, but not an unbearable one. They weren't meant to crush you. They were meant to hold you steady, to keep you grounded.

    You swallowed hard, gripping the tool in your hand like an anchor. "But I—"

    "No." His voice softened, just a little. "You're here, working yourself ragged, trying to fix things that don't need fixing. I don't need you to be my doctor, or my repairman, or my shadow." He let out a slow breath. "I need you to keep moving. To live."

    You didn't know what to say. You wanted to argue. You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you couldn't just leave, couldn't just forget.

    But part of you knew—deep down—that he was right.

    And that hurt more than anything.

    Reward: Kenji talks to you.

    And you feel a little better.
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    -[X]Kids with Guns, having Fun: The younger students have been... trying to get you to work with them. you'll relent. Rolled:D20 => 8

    You wanted to be left alone.

    It wasn't that you were overtly violent or constantly on edge. No, it was something subtler, something that lingered in the air around you like the scent of ozone before a storm. A presence, heavy and suffocating, that made even the boldest hesitate before stepping into your space.

    Well. They didn't get the chance to make that mistake twice.

    You didn't want anyone around you to feel your guilt.

    Failure.

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    -[X]Sneaking out and other signs of freedom: You are going to sneak out and go out on the town. Sure you may be a corpo, but honestly, who would care about you? Rolled:D20 => 20

    You really shouldn't have chosen tonight of all nights… to take a walk in the city. Because now, you were knee-deep in shit, as you saw Alt Cunningham getting taken… in an Arasaka Van, with Johnny Silverhand being stabbed by prototype tech, and some Media watching it all.

    (Continued in: Never Fade Away)
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    -[X]Create a Custom Design: You will make a wonderful new design that no one ever has seen before. (Goes to Design Miniturn)
    --[X]What type of Weapon do you want to make? (For ease of convenience so that I can prepare it better) : Armor

    (Continued in: Design turn 2 Armor)
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    -[X]The Warehouse: Lets see what you can do for it?
    --[X]Security Rolled:D20 => 19

    This warehouse was going to be the death of you.

    It sat just outside Maelstrom territory, close enough to draw their interest but not close enough to warrant their protection—or their mercy. The local precinct? Five blocks away, practically another continent when it came to response time in this part of Night City. Meaning you had two choices:

    You could try breaking bread with Maelstrom. A deal, an agreement, some kind of uneasy truce. But even on a good day, that was a gamble with bad odds. One wrong word, one misread intention, and you'd be a pile of scrap and meat for their cybered-out freaks to pick apart.

    Or…

    You could turn this place into a fortress.

    The latter was cheaper. More work, sure, but at least you weren't rolling the dice on whether some Maelstromer woke up that day feeling extra homicidal.

    First, you stripped the place down. Got rid of old entrances, sealed up vents big enough to crawl through, reinforced the walls with scavenged plating. You made sure there were only two ways in—one main entrance and a single fire escape, both reinforced, locked, and wired up with surprises for uninvited guests.

    You rigged motion sensors scavenged from old security drones. Built a few nasty little countermeasures with tripwires and repurposed automated turrets—nothing heavy enough to attract NCPD attention, just enough to send a clear message: Don't try it.

    Inside, you carved out a space for yourself, turning an old office into a secure room where you could work. The walls were lined with scrap and half-finished projects, ammo caches stashed in hidden compartments, a workbench covered in parts waiting to be assembled. The whole place still smelled like rust and machine oil, but it was yours.

    Now, it wasn't just some warehouse.

    Now, it was home away from home.

    Reward: Security is now level 3, the max level you can have currently for this building.

    (Attackers gain no bonuses or maluses. Defenders gain a +2 to their defense rolls)
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    -[X]Power Struggle (Fixer: Sarah the Building Super)
    --[X] Senji, Stella
    ---[X] Senji: Killer Angel, Aegis Hygeia Rolled:D20 => 19

    Sarah, the building super, crossed her arms and gave you and Stella a long, skeptical look, the kind that said she had seen every kind of bullshit imaginable and wasn't in the mood for more.

    "You know how to fix the building?" she asked, suspicion thick in her tone.

    "More or less." You shrugged. "Stella's really good at making sure Night City's… inspectors won't notice what I'm doing."

    Sarah exhaled sharply through her nose. "A netrunner fucking around in my building."

    Stella smirked, leaning casually against the doorway. "Well, it's either that, or we deal with something worse. Like Health and Human Safety investigations… or the goddamn corps getting involved."

    Sarah grimaced at the mention of corporate oversight. You had her attention now.

    "How long has the power been out?" you asked.

    "Two hours," she said, rubbing her temples. "And if I don't get it up in four, the owners are gonna force me to upgrade the whole system—out of my own damn pocket. And most of my tenants? They sure as hell can't afford to pitch in. If they can't pay, they're out. And I like my tenants." She gave you a hard look. "You see the problem?"

    Yeah, you saw the problem. It was classic Night City—some corpo landlord pushing people to the edge for a profit, and Sarah, one of the last good building supers left, caught in the crossfire.

    You glanced at Stella. "Can you buy us an extra hour? Bog down the system with maintenance request denials, emergency redirect forms, whatever bullshit paperwork keeps them from pulling the plug?"

    "Already on it," she said, fingers flying over her computer interface.

    You turned back to Sarah, shifting into work mode. "I need the components on this list. And if I may be so bold—any help you can spare?"

    Sarah sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Damn it. Fine. But if you break something worse, I'll make sure you're the one sleeping on the curb."

    You grinned. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

    You got to work, starting with the most obvious issue: the power grid. As you pried open the panel in the basement, what you saw made your stomach twist. The damage wasn't just wear and tear—it was deliberate. Someone had torn out key fuses and fried the breakers, forcing an overload that knocked out entire sections of the building.

    "Sarah," you called over your shoulder, voice tight with anger. "This wasn't an accident."

    She crouched next to you, taking one look at the mess before cursing under her breath. "Motherfuckers…"

    It only got worse from there.

    The water filtration system had been tampered with, rerouting clean water away from the building, leaving the upper floors with barely a trickle. Someone had even gone so far as to introduce a slow leak into the main line, one that would flood the basement if left unchecked—conveniently justifying an emergency eviction for 'hazardous conditions.'

    The building's network had been crippled too. A malicious script had been uploaded into the maintenance system, randomly triggering false alarms and outages—designed to make Sarah look incompetent.

    And just when you thought it couldn't get any more blatant, you found the real kicker: a corporate work order buried in the system logs.

    Request for Structural Evaluation—Priority Urgent
    Assessment: Structural Weakness & Habitability Concerns
    Recommended Action: Mandatory Eviction Notice Pending Inspection

    It was all there, in black and white. The corpo owners were engineering a crisis to get Sarah out and replace her with someone who wouldn't give a damn about the tenants.

    "They're trying to push you out," you muttered, handing her the data.

    Sarah's hands shook as she read through it. "I knew they were breathing down my neck, but this…" She clenched her jaw. "They want me gone because I won't bleed my people dry like every other slumlord in this city."

    "They're not just pushing you out," Stella interjected, still working through the network sabotage. "They're setting you up to take the fall. If this place 'mysteriously' fails inspection, they can blame it on you, then sweep in and jack up rent."

    You exhaled slowly, forcing the anger down. "We can fix this."

    Sarah gave a bitter laugh. "And then what? They'll just come back with another excuse, another problem. I can't fight them forever."

    "No," you agreed. "But we can make this too much trouble for them."

    She looked at you, skeptical. "How?"

    You smirked. "We do what Night City does best—we play dirty."

    You didn't waste time.

    The power grid came first. You scavenged old cables, stripped them, and repurposed wiring from broken appliances tenants had tossed out. A few salvaged fuses and makeshift breakers from your personal stash of tech junk let you bypass the damaged circuits. The lights flickered, sputtered, then hummed back to life across the entire building.

    Next was the water system. The slow leak? Sealed with high-pressure epoxy from Sarah's toolbox. The rerouted filtration system? A few custom clamps and a rerouted pipe later, and clean water was flowing back to the upper floors.

    The network sabotage was trickier, but you weren't about to let some corpo script outdo you. Stella helped trace the malicious code, while she scrubbed it and reinstalled a firewall patch from a trashed security node you found in an alley. It was crude, but effective.

    By the time you were done, the building was running better than it had in years.

    Sarah leaned against the doorframe of the maintenance room, arms crossed as she took it all in. "I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified."

    "Both," Stella muttered.

    You grinned. "But we're not done yet."

    Because you weren't just fixing the sabotage, you were about to turn it against them.

    You pulled up Night City's municipal codes, searching for the one loophole you needed. Most people assumed corporate landlords were untouchable, but Night City's bureaucracy was a labyrinth of archaic, overlooked laws—many of them designed to punish incompetence if you knew where to look.

    And there it was.

    NCMC § 442.18—an old, barely enforced statute buried under decades of revisions. But it was still on the books.

    If a property owner, either corporate or individual person, is found to have engaged in willful sabotage of essential building functions—power, water, security—with the intent of forcing tenants to vacate, and such actions put residents in direct harm, the city can seize the property.

    The best part? The deed would transfer to the current superintendent.

    You turned the screen to Sarah. "Congratulations. You might be the new owner of this building."

    She blinked. "Excuse me?"

    "This code states that if we can prove deliberate sabotage, they forfeit their ownership. They'd be forced to pay millions in fines and back taxes just to contest it. They'll cut their losses before they fight that battle."

    Sarah stared at the screen, processing. Then, a slow grin spread across her face. "I always wanted to own some real estate."

    Stella laughed. "Goddamn, Senji. You're really making them regret messing with this place."

    You smirked. "They tried to play dirty. I'm just playing smarter."

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    A few days later, you found yourself standing on the rooftop, watching the neon haze of Night City sprawl endlessly beyond the skyline. The building was running smoother than it ever had, the tenants no longer dealing with flickering lights, random water shut-offs, or outages that conveniently lined up with rent due dates.

    Sarah found you up there, a cigarette dangling from her lips, hands in her jacket pockets. She looked different—not just tired, but lighter, relieved.

    "Well, it's official," she said, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. "The corpo bastards cut their losses. The city processed the claim, and the building's mine."

    You smirked. "Told you it'd work."

    She gave a chuckle. "You did. And you pulled it off."

    Sarah took another drag, then turned to face you fully. "So, here's the deal. After everything you did? You're not paying rent."

    You blinked. "What?"

    She grinned. "You heard me. Tenants agreed. You saved their homes, saved my ass, and now they're chipping in to get you more parts and components for your work."

    That actually made you pause. "You serious?"

    "As a heart attack, kid." She patted your shoulder. "Consider it an investment. You keep this place running, and we keep you stocked. You're part of this building, like it or not."

    You looked down at the city below, processing that. It wasn't often you got something without strings attached, without someone expecting a favor in return. But this? This felt… earned.

    You sighed, shaking your head. "Guess I can't say no."

    Sarah smirked. "Damn right, you can't." Then, flicking her cigarette away, she gave you one last nod. "Welcome home, Senji."

    Reward: You have Evicted Arasaka Corporations, from the building, without losing any of it's installed security. All for the low low price of them maybe thinking you were involved with it.

    And you have gained the entire building as a support.

    You now get an additional +100 Standard components for every turn.

    It pays to be a good guy in night city sometimes.
     
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