Tag: cyberpunk-red

  • Lost Sins And Rusted Chrome

    Lost Sins And Rusted Chrome

    As if by command, the city’s noise dimmed to a soft hum. There was a weight in the air, not like the smog, nor the humid summer, but something that weighed down the atmosphere, and raised a sharp burn to his chest. He swallowed the weight back down. His organic eye stung, and its vision blurred.

    The night breeze carried a chill, though not discomforting. He felt cozy under the jacket, and the tingling breeze at his cheeks reminded him of the warmth in his chest.

    “You’re here.” Her whispered, raspy voice echoed through the air, and the breeze suddenly felt still. As she sat upon a concrete ledge, the matte black hair softly shifted, though her thin, white coat more than made up for it, billowing like a flag, reflecting the distant city’s neon lights upon its synthetic fabric.

    “I said I’d come, didn’t I?” Leo replied. “You say a lot of shit. Makes you an asshole.” She snapped, looking off at the looming skyscrapers, held back by elevated highways like concrete fences. Another holographic advertisement for Kiroshi’s Nanoscarf crept over and dissipated into the night sky. “So what’s the game now then?” Her face was lit by the distant lights, she didn’t turn to look at him.

    There was a long silence that the distant cars on the highway strained to fill. “It’s not a game, Risa. And I’ve made up my mind.” He drew his Lexington from its holster and pointed it at her.

    “It’s a game to them,” she said, gesturing to the flying adverts. “A massive, never-ending numbers game. But to you it’s your life. You’ll always be chasing me, never moving forward. I’m your fucking muse.” She turned to him, expression hardened. “I’m your reason to sing, the backing track of your sorry life. Please, Leo. Just end the cycle. It’s why I wanted you here.” She opened her arms wide, replicating a messiah, and looked up at the dark sky. “Put me out of our misery.”

    Leo’s hands shook, he struggled to keep his aim straight. Every second, a new memory flashed into his mind. A different smile, long-lost tears, arguments and promises. “I swore I’d always do what was best for us, that I’d wade through the shit of this city for it. I haven’t broken that promise yet, even if the others are long buried.”

    Leo moved the pistol to his own temple. “You didn’t deserve any of this. It was my fault, and I’ll make it right.” Risa suddenly looked down at him in shock, “Don’t be an idiot Leo! You’ve got a life to live, mine’s been spent!” She took a step forward, “This isn’t some Romeo & Juliet story, let it fucking go!” She tried a quick-hack on his pistol, but it gave no signal. Set to offline, Leo still aims organically. “It’s our lives Risa. It can be whatever story we want it to.” He closed his eyes, and squeezed out the tears welling up in the same ‘ganic eye.

    Leo gripped the trigger of the Lexington, and felt a sudden calm flow over him. For the first time in a while, he felt every ounce of weight lift from his chest, there was no more debt to pay, no more jobs to run. He no longer had to hunt, to chase, to run. He no longer had to decide between right and wrong. It just didn’t matter anymore.

    “No!” Risa ran towards him, tripping and stumbling over herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision of Leo. He began to squeeze the trigger, and heard her voice ring in his ears so full of life. It reminded him of how far they’d come.


    “No!”

    “Not the high-fat one, I’m watching my weight!” Risa said, slapping the packaged real-meat burger patty out of Leo’s hands. “I don’t wanna use rippers for my figure anymore, it’s not good to keep synthetically adjusting ourselves.”

    “But the high fat’s always tastier!” He protested. “Why don’t we just get both and keep them in the freezer for next time?” He grabbed another low fat variety and held them both up in his hands. Risa pouted disappointedly “World’s in enough of a shit-show as it is, lets not overindulge. The consumerist epidemic is a real one!”

    “We’ve had that epidemic for the last couple hundred years, and probably had it a few thousands of years back too. Another pack of meat isn’t changing anything.” Leo shrugged and put both packs of meat in the shopping trolley drone. “You’re so greedy. Always gotta have everything!” She grunted, and continued down the aisle.

    What the hell was that supposed to mean? Leo thought. But decided it best to keep it to himself. As Risa walked off, he let out a deep sigh, and put the high-fat patties back in the store fridge.

    A couple hundred eurodollars for their shopping this time around, Leo expected less, Risa expected much more. “Didn’t you always say groceries are cheaper in Japan? I don’t remember Tokyo being better than this.” Leo mentioned while the drone loaded shopping bags into their car–a Thorton Colby; midrange, effective, and horrendously boring.

    “Tokyo isn’t like the rest of Japan. It’s its own little Night City, though way bigger. You’d still find the cheaper stuff if you knew where to go, and if you’d be happy with low-grade, unhygienic slop.” Risa replied, amidst loud chews of bubblegum. “Anyway, we didn’t spend that much this time, did you get the Centzon?”

    Leo pulled out a square-shaped blue bottle from one of the bags “Yep. Indigo as usual. Ah shit, I forgot to buy cola!” He slapped a hand over his face. “It’s fine, I prefer it straight anyway. Get in the car, let’s do something! Don’t wanna waste one of your only days off this month.” Risa impatiently tugged on his sleeve and jumped in the passenger’s seat as the drone finished its work, closing the trunk.

    He sat in the driver’s seat and set the autopilot to home, “Y’know, rushing me to enjoy my time-off as much as possible is basically like work. Let’s just have a drink nearby and make dinner at home. Good dinner, no scop.”

    As they began to drive out of the parking lot, the car abruptly halted.

    “DANGER DETECTED, RE-ROUTING…” Blared the car’s AI. A loud whirring and gunshots filled the air as an armoured black van rushed past them. “Leo, get down!” Shouted Risa, pulling on his arm. Boostergangers hung out the van’s open doors with machine guns firing behind. In another instant, three motorcycles, with two riders each, followed suit. The back riders had rifles of their own and wildly shot at the van.

    Leo grabbed Risa and pulled her down, covering her with his body. As he guessed, stray gunshots flew at their car, most bounced off the bullet-proof windows, but eventually they wore down and a couple made their way through. Leo felt a sharp burn on his back and arm.

    In an instant, the gunners were all gone. Though the ringing of police sirens and screaming pedestrians filled the air, they were both in a surreal stillness. A few drops of blood rolled off Leo’s clothes onto Risa’s head, “You’re bleeding! I’m getting the medpack.” She said, rushing to rummage through the glove-compartment. Meanwhile as the adrenaline calmed, Leo felt the pain shoot through his body and heard a warning alarm in his mind.

    CRITICAL INJURIES DETECTED, TRAUMA TEAM RESPONSE EN ROUTE.

    ARRIVAL IN 6:58

    6:57

    6:56

    Risa grabbed hold of a MaxDoc auto-injector and jabbed him in the arm. A wave of calm overtook him as his muscles stopped tensing, his vision wavered. Leo looked into Risa’s eyes one more time, and passed out.


  • A Filthy Awakening

    The first thing he noticed was the smell, the rancid drippings of half-eaten bento boxes, dried up urine mixing into the humid summer air, and salty metal. The dried up blood in his nose and mouth. He realised he was in complete darkness, barely able to move his limbs, feeling crushed by something.

    He began to kick and shove, moving around massive bags covering his body. Each kick only intensified the stench further, his struggling forcing constant shallow breaths of the filth.

    Finally a kick gave way to a steel door, and it flashed with light. He gathered what strength he had left, and kicked again. The door swung wide open, and the sun shone brightly at his eyes, blinding him for a moment.

    As his eyes adjusted, he climbed himself out. It was a large dumpster, and he was still in Harajuku.

    His head pounded, his stomach churned, and his vision spun. The stench, the kicking, the adrenaline, the fucking hangover. He retched and emptied his stomach onto the street.

    "Coulda just did it in the dumpster y'know? Now I gotta deal with this smell, in this gonk-ass heat."

    The voice was sharp and tired. Interrupted occasionally by the pull and puff of an electronic cigarette.

    The man was skinny, spiky haired and dresed in a black leather jacket with innumerable studs and spikes. His electronic smoke machine had a skull at its mouth, which he would kiss to take puffs.

    "Name's Shingo. Been waiting for you to get up, choom. You've been out for a while, they finally decided to dump you after your other malfunction last night."

    He was confused. He was just partying at an event, taking shots, grabbing a stray ass or two, and doing the usual SNS exchanges. Music got a bit intense, and the shots stronger, but nothing out of the ordinary.

    "You're Ryota Kanamori, I know. Coolest kid on the street. Until about 7 hours ago."

    It wasn't crazy for someone to know his name, but what does he mean until 7 hours ago?

    "You were on one of those PAN programs for months. Kids you paried with cut you last night after it malfunctioned for the Nth time. Thought you flatlined and dumped you like trash. Little shits knew the PAN was fried, but not that your normal personality kick-starts your brain back when it sizzles out."

    PAN? Personality Alteration Neuralware. He knew of it, he had heard and been tempted many times, but never went for it. He was happy, he was trendy, popular. Had the girls, and the money. Didn't need it.

    "You probably think you never needed it, and you're right. You were a good kid, a bit of a gonk, but not a bad guy. The night you're probably remembering is the last memory of the normal you, before the PAN took over."

    A puff of pink smoke flew past Ryota's face, forcing a short cough.

    "You pissed off the wrong guy, and went for the wrong girl. An Ebmitsu exec. They fucked with the trends you followed. You had to spend more than you had to keep up. Joined some shitty service job working for the kids who used to worship you. They kicked you around and spat on you. Circle of fucking life eh?"

    He slotted a new cartridge in the E-cig machine, took a big puff, and blew more smoke into Ryota's face.

    "We tried to help you, but you didn't listen anymore. Used your last yen to buy into the experimental PAN scop, and we lost you. You went back into your flashy brat life, wooing everyone with your plastic corpo-charisma. But worse this time, with a weird obsession with Ebmitsu's subsidiary fashion brands."

    Ryota's head started to wrack again, pulsing as if shocked by a taser. He saw memories he didn't remember, differing by months. Things he would never do or say. And blood.

    Bloodied friends, bloodied hands, broken tables and furniture. Bloodied execs in Arasaka-branded suits. Men in black he didn't recognise. Corpses... The memories sent a shiver through him. A fear.

    "The kids you were with last night tried to dump you out and make it look like an overdose. But Ebmitsu's gonna want to clean up their mess. So, time for you to disappear."

    Shingo turned his head towards him in a smug grin. "Don't worry choom, you can always come back to the Rats. Lets clean up this town together, and smother it in shit."

    He held out his hand.
  • Crafting 2070s Shibuya: Harajuku

    Crafting 2070s Shibuya: Harajuku

    i guess the time has come to take on the ever-daunting TCM (Tokyo Central Municipality, A.K.A Arasaka’s playground).

    I decided to begin somewhere well-known. Shibuya is a packed place, though not the biggest ward of Tokyo, there’s so much going on in every nook and cranny of it.

    so let’s start off from one of these corners. Rather than the expanse that is central Shibuya, I’m going to flesh out the trendy fashion district of Harajuku.

    looks packed eh? Welcome to Tokyo

    once upon a time this area was the central for sub-culture fashion, Lolita, Decora, Thrift, etc. Alongside cute cafes and crepe stands. If you needed something rare, unconventional, stylistically torn, or just wanted to support local alt designers and pop-ups, then Harajuku was the spot.

    in 2025, it’s changed a lot…

    what’s the current sich?

    Takeshita-dori, the once most famous street is now a simple tourist trap destination, the area has been “sanitised”, and though there are signs of the old sub-culture hotspot, it’s all more “market-tested” so-to-speak, commercialised if you will. Even the once thriving boutiques and stands are now replaced with minimalist, influencer-y, and polished stores; to make sure too much personality doesn’t scare the impressionable youth away.

    how do I know this? Well I live kinda close, so I just went there. Field research, baby (also I needed new pants).

    Harajuku “backstreets”, on a Monday evening

    I’ve visited before on busier days, though Harajuku is never “quiet”. But this time was a Monday afternoon-evening trip, the area dies down pretty fast around night time, late spots are scarce and with central Shibuya just around the corner, people tend to migrate over.

    knowing that, my cyberpunk version should intensify and mirror these personalities.

    Bringing it to the 2070s

    since the area’s becoming more polished and trendy, I thought to have it almost entirely owned by corps, using AI algorithms to create “micro-trends” which change based on the degrading attention span of the local youth. You could have crocodile synth-leather skinny jeans in fashion for a day and then suddenly all the stores are on a casual neon tracksuit phase.

    don’t forget, it’s not just clothes. Corps like Ebmitsu are pushing their personality-altering neuralware and social compatibility mods, we all love drugs without drugs don’t we?

    of course the impressionable youth follow it like sheep, due to corpo funded “fashion idols” and/or models who push their trends through social media (or SNS as we call it in Japan).

    and this stuff ain’t cheap (at least not anymore), so most of these kids are on mommy and daddy’s hard earned newyen, forming little fashion cliques based on which trends they chase the most. And the average kids who wanna join the party? Well, they’ll try to jump in on one of the trends, maybe get some recognition for a bit, popularity, club invites, empty high-fives and SNS followers.

    but once the trend passes, they’re stuck. Poorer than they were before, unable to catch up, they gotta get the money for it somehow… I wonder how.

    nice, grey, and boring. Maybe the 2070’s would slap some more ads on there. Or would they keep it monotone to trick kids into thinking they’re better than the neon-soaked masses?

    nightlife?

    since the area isn’t big on clubs and bars, most of the nightlife would be trendy pop-ups with private invites and members. And if you don’t look the part, you definitely ain’t getting in to any of it.

    such events would be run by the local fashion cliques (flashy word for the mini-gangs in this area), who use it for their other less-flashy work behind the scenes.

    don’t forget, we’re deep in Arasaka territory now. The TCM is no joke, though corps like Ebmitsu and Glitcheon are showing a lot of face, big brother Arasaka’s keeping tabs. Don’t get mixed in with the wrong crowd, if you do, they’d better be smart.

    oh and of course, with so many gentrified, influencer-obsessed corpo garbage, there’s bound to be rats around, thrashing around in it.

    conclusion

    these initial posts are mental dumps of my ideas, the next one will have more concrete structure and finalised information.

    if you (yeah all 0 of you) have any ideas, I promise to read them, and then possibly forget. But maybe I wont, in which case I would be grateful.

    you’ve reached the bottom, so, see ya next time.

  • current state of Shimokitazawa 2077

    current state of Shimokitazawa 2077

    Narrow roads and frequent alleyways makes it hard to catch anyone on the run, and subsequently underground businesses, not to mention the Discogangers’ vast preference for analog tech. So local authorities rely on uniform-less units to catch out suspicious activity the old fashioned way, like 90s detective movies.

    For the longest time, the cops had it tough, the Discogangers were a pain, and if they tried to go after them the ‘ganic way, random Shibuya posergangs popping into town would rough ’em up while they were chrome-less.

    This cycle went back and forth until the cops realised they were outmatched, and knew they needed a corp to step in. Segatari had a couple developments in the area, but clearly wanted to expand, one of their main issues was dealing with the same rowdy kids who wanted to keep all their retro gear and shops in the area.

    So came the first ‘corporate’ alliance of Shimokitazawa, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police agreed to turn a blind eye to whatever tactics Segatari used, so long as they grounded the discogagner kids for them.

    The result was a local corpo-gang war, all out high-tech corp vs urban guerrilla warfare.

    The kids used their old retro scrap: glitter bombs, tear gas, speakers so loud your eardrums burst, etc. Even pretty decently put together EMP grenades.

    Segatari’s tactics fell flat at first. The Discogangers knew the streets too well, had seen the tech before, and never moved as a single unit. With no leader to target, there was no head to cut off. They ran solo ops, hit and vanished, and fought harder the smaller their numbers got.

    Though as they’d been riding high on their horses, the kids ran into a new issue; arcade-obsessed posergangs spilling in from Shibuya for new turf. After catching a hard L in a gang war, fans of the popular Dance Impact! arcade game needed fresh turf to practice. The Shibuya crowd wasn’t handing over the arcade change anymore. Shimokita started looking real appealing.

    As they started slipping in, Segatari took advantage of the sich, and started investing in new and improved DI (Dance Impact!) tech in Arcades with strategic positioning, using the Breakers to gain control over their renovation-interest zones.

    So, a new challenger, the Discogangers now face the more centralised and big-city Breakers gang (fun fact: they didn’t get the name from their dance moves).

    The Breakers are still pretty new in town, and haven’t managed to set up the strongest of HQs, but in the midst of this war, some parts of the Discogangers thought to team-up and centralise, to stand better chances. Particularly the more forward thinking Silver Hands.

    But wait! You thought we were done? Yakuza.

    Yep. Yakuza. What a shit-show.

    Turns out, when corps start messing with real estate, and non-belonging Shibuya gangers go around shaking people up for their lunch money, you start to piss off the old dogs. One day, a big dog of the Kawaguchi family got jumped in an alleyway for his change, all cause his suit didn’t match the town vibe, Breaker kids thought he was a tourist.

    Even the Discogangers never poked the hornet’s nest, and now they got an infestation. Kawaguchi goons started roaming the streets with their monowires, katanas and only Arasaka knows what chrome under those fashionable, armoured suits.

    And that’s about where we’re at, cops lazing around being useless, Segatari still crawling around, manipulating the scenes, the Breaker kids getting busted by the real owners of the town, while holding out in their neon playgrounds as the Discogangers start thinking to finally reform after all these years of anarchy.

    Something’s gotta give. And in Shimokita, it usually explodes first. Shit’s about to get real ugly, choom.

  • Shimokita discogangers: analog rebels

    Shimokita discogangers: analog rebels

    i know I set up that whole TCM area for the setting of this supplement, HOWEVER… I don’t feel like working on it yet. AND I left out a few key areas on purpose, the TCM is meant to be Arasaka’s main territory and ‘heart’ of influence in Tokyo, meaning those who like to lay off their grids need somewhere decent to hide.

    there’s a word in Japanese called “Shita-machi” (下町), literally meaning “Under/Down Town”. A shitamachi is an area thats cheap, unsophisticated, rowdy, and maybe a bit hippie or punk-y, think Camden Town or Shoreditch in London, for example. Maybe a bit less gentrified than that though. Some popular shitamachis in Tokyo are Ikebukuro, Ueno, Koenji, Kamata, Sangenjaya and Shimokitazawa.

    example of a street in a shitamachi by sai_photographer

    out of all those, Shimokitazawa (usually abbreviated to Shimokita) is specifically unique, its got a huge hippe and punk culture with tons of thrift shops, vinyl stores, underground DJ bars and listening bars. The main audience there are uni students, young musicians and DJs, and of course locals.

    since it’s such a unique spot, I wanted to give it more important role in the setting, Shimokita is right outside the TCM area, just on border with Shibuya ward so its a convenient spot to hideout in if you’re in some corpo trouble nearby.

    art by Jordi Ros

    that being said, say hello to the baddest gang in the area, the Shimokita Discogangers:

    A gang of old school tech-obsessed kids busting moves to disco and popular tunes from the 90s and early 2000s, you can imagine their parties. They only dress in 5th hand thrift shop outfits, baggy jeans, old denim and patterned pastel trash that seem like they’ve been dunked in sour fruit shots.

    LEDs wrap their clothes, they overuse flip phones, got voice recorders, a bunch’a the kids even go full ‘ganic. Made it pretty rough for the authorities to deal with ’em, now the town’s got a weakened law enforcement, and since so much of their communication is through landlines and even “paper” letters, its a pain in the ass to catch them with modern tech.

    The kids ride around in suped-up bicycles, which help traversing the labyrinthian streets of Shimokitazawa. Think to just grab one of em? You’ll think twice next time, especially after getting dismembered by their monowire bike-chains. All while a VHS of Disturbed’s “The Sickness” blasts from their retro, duct-taped speakers.

    what’s next for these guys? Well they need clear goals, enemies, important members and preferred means of action.

    we can imagine they’d have some split amongst their ranks with kids who prefer the full ‘ganic style and others who like to chip in a little, we can name the chromed ones “Silver Hands”, you get the reference, and they made it on purpose to claim that they can still rebel, even with chrome. The others can be called “Unplugged”, like MTV’s Unplugged sessions, easy enough.

    and yeah I did think about calling the former “Radio Heads”, and I still might change my mind.

    art by kendobi

    anyway, we’ll flesh out their inner-workings and Shimokita next time.

  • factions of the Ishin ward

    factions of the Ishin ward

    it’s been a few days of more laziness, but I’ve decided to put the work pants back on and further work on this location since its got the most development.

    what I’ll mainly focus on in this post is general info and factions located within the Nothern Quarantine (soon to be known as the Ishin ward/Ishin-ku).

    here’s the introduction:


    During the Time of the Red in Tokyo, a large area consisting of the northern wards of Itabashi, Kita and Arakawa were struck with MaMpox-12, a weaponised plague released from Millitech’s bombing of Arasaka’s covert biological weapons labs.

    This promptly triggered the government to wall off and quarantine the area, posting patrols and guards to make sure nobody gets in and out. Once the Fourth Corporate War came to an end, Arasaka saw nationalisation, and the Japanese government had them lead the cleanup unit for the area as a form of reparations.

    Within the 50 or so years since, the quarantine has gone through rapid change and chaos. With the introduction of various factions and gangs, alongside Arasaka’s Purification Unit and rival corps fanning the flames, the area, soon dubbed the Ishin ward was turned into a lawless and independent walled-off city.


    that’s the general sich, Arasaka’s stuck cleaning up, but ready to soon take the reigns. They call it an investment, and other corps call it a way to kick a dying horse, particularly Fujiwara, who’ll soon be gunning on the area for some sweet sweet real estate development.

    but these ideas need some brainstorming, so heres a little messy one i did:

    call me Dr. Kazimir. Let’s break it down from the top right, clockwise with some simple notes:

    • Arasaka’s Purification Unit

    corpo janitors with guns. their job? “cleanse” the zone. real job? dig up and reclaim their old buried bioweapon data and prototype tech before anyone else does. Then annex the place for Arasaka’s Tokyo takeover.

    Art from Death Stranding and CoD Concepts. Top right im unsure.

    • Scrappers

    bousouzoku (Japanese biker gang) who turned the abandoned highways into their personal raceway. Jury-rigged bikes, duct-tade cyberware, and a love for loud. known for stealing arasaka patrol drones to make guns and the occasional rice cooker.

    Art by Fernando Correa

    Art by Inkthinker

    • Kang Tao’s little helpers (Shimizu Medicine Ltd)

    Kang Tao’s too chicken to poke arasaka directly, so they sent a subsidiary (a Yakuza family with official license for pharmaceuticals) to loot prototype tech. Their agents pack Kang Tao weapons, wear lab coats, and take no prisoners. An initiative set up by Shiming Xu as his little “trial shift” before taking the reigns.

    weirdly enough, Arasaka won’t pay them much mind till it’s too late.

    • Fujiwara’s real estate hustle

    secretly funding gangs to destabilize arasaka. Why? they want to turn the area into luxury condos. Current strategy: arm scrappers with anti-cyberware EMPs and watch the fireworks. Though they take a backseat till the plague dies down a little.

    • Outsiders

    dropped the nomad idea and instead went for immigrant labor crews that Arasaka imported to rebuild the zone. They rebelled, stole construction mechs, and now a bunch of em run a pacifica-esque enclave. Working on smuggling, mech-jacking, and throwing raves in half-built skyscrapers. Though this also happens a while after the whole plague thing.

    • The Bird Bois (BBs)

    plague doctor posergang with a 17th century London themed chambara twist. Bird beak plague doctor masks, knives (a London staple), and a theater kid obsession with “purifying” the zone (stabbing people, another London staple).

    rumor has it they’re utlising MaMpox vials for their own fucked-up experiments to find “cures”. Side hustle: black market deals with metalmaxers (mecha-obsessed posers who help run and protect pop-up black markets).

    Art by Fernando Correa, Katerina Argonskaya, Ann Kurzakova, Joby Dorr

    what insanity (work) does this bring?

    tons of yet-to-be unearthed Arasaka techs and relics lying about, with a army’s worth of treasure hunters clawing through busted-up ruins. Psychotic bird-headed maniacs running smuggling and trafficking rings, while flashy mechs guard their black markets.

    let’s not forget the loud and proud mad-max bikers setting up marathon-like street races and stripping any bleeding-edge tech just to make a styish exhaust pipe.

    i think that gives the Ishin ward/Northern Quarantine more than enough character to work with, keep in mind there are many more smaller groups doing rounds. And these mentioned already are not always as active or in their prime, some come and go at different times, create break-off groups, or may rename or die to make comebacks later.

    Kang Tao will eventually become a very poweful rival, maybe triggering Arasaka’s scorched earth operation. Which in turn would get Fujiwara even more interested in the then barren land to build some ivory towers on.

    anyway, that’s it for now. After posting this, I’ll soon update the Tokyo 2077 page too.

  • crafting the Ishin ward

    crafting the Ishin ward

    in the last post I went over the creative process and result of the more condensed area of Tokyo dubbed the Tokyo Central Municipality or TCM for short.

    now, I don’t want the whole setting to feel like its trapped in this area, as I mentioned its Arasaka’s theme park, but there’s other corps around and Arasaka’s hungry to expand anyway. So my first plan of action was churning up some lawlessness, with a cute quarantine or combat zone.

    say hello to what I call the Ishin ward! First named The Northern Quarantine, now an attempted restoration project (hence the name, Ishin means restoration, named in reference to the old Meiji Restoration and yes I copied the RGG game name dont @ me).

    anyway here’s the map, lets go over it:

    pretty big zone north of the TCM made up of the Itabashi, Kita and Arakawa wards, a big reason I slapped it together is because I’ve never actually visited those wards myself, and also that I’ve just never heard anyone really say much about them. So I decided to make it interesting!

    the lore is that near the end of the 4th corpo war, Millitech got info on some top secret experimental weapons labs and warehouses that Arasaka has buried in the area, so they bombed the shit out of it. Turns out there were some old plague weapons there that never saw light of day, refined versions from the old Unit 731 times (real history, search it up, its fucked).

    anyway, obviously that started an actual plague and alongside this and the whole Night City nuke, the Japanese government lost their shit, quarantined the area, put a leash on Arasaka and got them to start cleaning up their mess.

    sounds good? no? well tell me.

    so at this point it was just the Northern Quarantine, and stayed that way for a while as the plague started dying down, homeless and nomads made it their home, then black markets and gangs started popping up, etc. Good old lawless combat zone stuff.

    eventually Arasaka and maybe even the government decided to storm the place and start blasting and the place became a full on warzone. After the blasting, even though they still didn’t have much control they did the usual corpo stuff to save face and officially declared it the Ishin-ku, and continued their blasting, but quieter this time.

    exact gangs and groups, timeline and affiliated corps are next I guess. Along with describing the plague and its effects on Tokyo proper.

  • developing tokyo 2077’s wards

    developing tokyo 2077’s wards

    alright, so working on this whole Tokyo 2077 setting, first plan of action was making the behemoth that is the Tokyo Metropolis somewhat manageable.

    as an ex Tokyoite, even I never managed to make it to some parts of the metropolis, not to mention that a ton of it is pretty chill copy/paste residential areas anyway. Though living on the west side the whole time, I can confirm that you only ever go east for special occasions (skytree fests or concerts) and to find specific shops (like kitchen tools from kappabashi dori).

    what does that mean? means I dont know shit about half the city, which means I can’t accurately imagine what it’ll look like 50 years from now or even 50 years from the OG 2020 lore. So I got to cutting things down.

    still with me?

    first off, 23 wards is way too much, and again; half of them are kinda boring. This is a campaign setting, gotta keep things fun and moving so as of writing this im thinking to somehow slap together the following wards:

    • Chuo – Ginza and all the rich places, also where Arasaka’s HQ is
    • Chiyoda – Imperial Palace, what else you need?
    • Minato – the plastic luxury of Roppongi, but also Azabu areas
    • Shibuya – a classic, even just the scramble is enough
    • Shinjuku – red light district, Yakuza history, and Toyoko kids. what a combo
    • Taito – obligatory Akihabara area for the weebs and traditional spots for shrines and temples

    now, outside of these entire wards, theres others in the relatively central area like Toshima and Bunkyo. But aside from small spots there isnt really that much going on there aside from Tokyo uni and Ikebukuro. We could still explore these areas.

    anyway, heres a rough map of this area badly drawn over google maps:

    kinda looks like a heart? we can call it the beating heart of Tokyo, which calls for a name. I’ve opted for the Tokyo Central Municipality or TCM for short, sounds official and memorable.

    now believe it or not, I already had a good canon excuse to create the TCM, Arasaka’s nationalisation after the 4th corpo war.

    idea is that the National Diet had to put Arasaka under wraps, so they basically chained their local budget down to this area as having too much control over the city would just be feeding a fire. Also those are the busiest areas of the city anyway, and need more financial support to keep bustling.

    of course we need more and deeper reasons to make all this make sense, but let’s not forget that there ‘s always hidden stuff happening in the background. And who knows which local corps want a sweet piece of Arasaka’s Tokyo pie.

    of course theres tons of memorable spots outside of the TCM which we can still use, they just wont be under full Arasaka jurisdiction. e.g. Shimokitazawa, Nakameguro, Ikebukuro, Kamata, and some more here and there.

    how does it look? manageable? ugly? confusing? like my writing? maybe thats a good thing, maybe not. Let’s see

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