neo-flesh.

independent & selective cyberpunk oc blog. written by leah.

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> cyberpunk berlin cold war...

[shock]

list of bastards

1. my dad

2. god

3. my dad

4. my dad

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* FOR YOUR VIEWING LISTENING PLEASURE: CYBERPUNK SOUNDTRACK 001.

gentrify - da vosk docta

cement - klasey jones

reset - gesaffelstein

safari - anubis-xiii

strange days (1999) - health

not afraid - fyoomz

mula - da vosk docta

pairplay - brothel & divine

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“ what’s a GOD to a NONBELIEVER ? ” —— glitchvs by leah. an indie, selective oc rp blog. verse is heavily inspired by cyberpunk media.

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cybercirca‌:

Hearing began to dim, the sounds of the city were far too loud for her sharp hearing causing an agitation within her. fantastic. Her left hand was now against her ears, shades covering her distracting eyes and right foot tapping against the pavement, something she rarely did when her mood began to change. 

It must’ve been the uncomfortable feeling in her ears that kept her from recognizing others around her until one spoke up, now turning her head towards the direction of the voice. “ The planet is large meaning there are many quiet places for you to go and be infuriated. Do me a favor and perish. ” Sanaa was thinking about walking away before things got worse but why would she do that?

“ Out of all the damn noises around here you choose to single out every single one of them and focus on my little tapping sound? ” She had to chuckle, God! it was comical! Removing her sunglasses to reveal her inhuman eyes, “ I will tap and if it bothers you then you shall walk away. ”

❛   ah, so it was you. pardon me, then, for accurately pointing that out to you.   ❜

his senses never seem to fail him. despite the tapping being, perhaps, the least pressing sound bearing on him, at least it was the most readily identifiable. and presently, the most irritating, which needless to say was only made worst by the spitting ATTITUDE received in return for his observation.

attitude is nothing new. he receives it all the time from his friends, although from a stranger it certainly makes a negative first impression. childish, even? min ho blinks, and barely turns his head to the threat.

❛   although i must say you make a pressing case, i'm not easily swayed by STRANGERS employing threats in their requests. should i ask you again nicely, or would you still rather smite me where i stand?   ❜

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he hates the birds. ever since youth, while poets and artists praised them for their beauty, their impressive wingspan, their unique song, min ho has always despised them. where beauty is present, instead he sees oily dark wings, ruffled haphazardly. instead of a song, min ho only hears squawking. a peaceful symbol turned to an irritation — a beast, as it were.

this bitterness runs true deep through his veins, and perhaps makes him act unlike his normal self. when he spies the girl, staring at the birds as if they were something more than rats with wings. he lets his toe step right on her ankle, noticeable, but not necessarily INTENDED, was it?

❛   ... oops.   ❜

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how this smell had ever passed inspections, even for the city health department (which was now well-known to be utterly incapable of anything), was shocking. something of rotten meat, sweat, stool, and fungi permeated the area. it ran from the alleys down seemingly ten blocks, and imaginably to the seventh story rooms. min ho had decided to himself that those who lived in this block must be nose-less, grimy little creatures. undoubtably, in a stench such as this, no man could live, or even pass through.

not that he really has any control over the matter, nor did he care that much, but it might making walking more pleasant...

❛   will somebody clean this shit up?   ❜

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his brows knit together in a momentary haze of confusion. the blast of music, sirens, and yelling is — admittedly — more distracting than he’d originally thought. perhaps he underestimated the amount of noise in this district, but then again, everyone knows it’s hard to get a decent amount of silence without PAYING.

maybe he can try for a small win.

❛   hey, is that you tapping your foot? — mind stopping?   ❜

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there’s a scraping sound, almost like hundreds of needles against sheetmetal, that drills into his brain little by little. unavoidable, unbearable, unstoppable. a look around him offers no answer to the question, at least none easily detected. min ho figures it must be a software update, some little electronic gears turning in his head that burns through his temples. a hand presses to the left temple, trying to stifle the sound, when his eyes pick up another unfortunate sight.

ah, how he feels little concern for the police. they probably won’t have their system update for another couple of days, based on the database virus scandals in the news that say a couple of precincts have already shut down.

❛   police on track for a software update soon, or in the queue for now?   ❜

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/ starter call. no cap this time!

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