So it finally happens, the concert is here and the Ass Martians are about to take the stage. Then we get a talking to by somebody who will make the most toughest Cyberpunks ass pucker. Morgan Blackhand.
Apparently Johnny decided he needed a bit more muscle watching over the event so he called in one of his compatriots. Who ever has been doing the mind fuck on these various corp folks has noticed us stopping a few of their 'disposals' from coming to fruition and we now have crosshairs on us. So Morgan, who was probably seeing us as worms on a big hook, gave us a lowdown. The bad guys are using people called 'Eddies' for clean up and then they are exploded as well. Rumor has it that there are three of these folks at the concert to unclog us from the piping of their plans.
Doesn't take long for one to show up back stage and get near us. But our punk asses have a little bite so we pulled our guns and laid into him with a quickness. Then the bastard blows up right in front of us spraying acid laced blood over the room. It was a damned mess.
But the show must go on and we took the stage.
The audience loved us and we managed to finish our set while we heard more gunshots from backstage as a couple more eddies made their way in. We head to the back and find out that they are apparently suicide clones, they all look alike and there is no reasoning with them. Morgan ushers us to the back so we can get out of there before he has anymore problems. We ended up in the staging area behind the concert hall where the blimp for the Night City Falcons has been prepped for tomorrows early game.
My character, Cocksucker, actually has the Pilot Dirigible skill. Yes I took it on purpose because you never see anyone using it. Morgan says if any of us can fly the thing we can take it out of there. Fuck yes I can pilot the damn thing. I think my character probably got an erection just thinking about the opportunity. So Cocksucker hops in and starts prepping it for take off while Buttfucker and Swollen Love Knuckle toss our equipment in the cabin and then get a tarp and spray paint "Ass Martians" on it to hand from the bottom of the cabin.... and we lift off.
We hook into the speakers and fly directly over the open air concert hall a bit dangerously low right as Johnny and Kenny are taking the stage. Over the loudspeakers we announce that "The Ass Martians are leaving the building" and Buttfucker starts cranking out a quick song "We're on a Dirigible" as we pass over.
Morgan gives us coordinates to fly to where he has some friends at. Then the night turns into a lot of running around and either chasing leads on Eddies or going "Oh shit it's an Eddie" as they stayed on our trail. We even hooked up with Morgan for a bit as we cut across the city. We ended up saving our friend Wally, an ex-biotech scientist who had his brain scrubbed, taking out four eddies, causing much damage to a apartment buildings front lawn, saving another guy we know named Shin from getting his brain scrubbed, causing much mayhem and consuming a load of Mexican food. Oh and stealing a van belonging to the bad guys.
We spent some of our concert money on a really nice hotel, buying spray paint and painting the van and putting our logo on the side of it and then getting into more trouble. These fuckers wanted the Ass Martians out of the way with a grudge.
We just want to get past this shit, play some fucking music and get laid. Especially since right now, we're experiencing a few minutes of fame from the concert and out antics which we kept putting up online for people to stream.
So now we wait for our next gig, Eddies to show up or getting information on where we can find the fuckers are so we can fuck them up royally. I know there is some shit I forgot or glossed over real quick, but hey I'm a guitarist that goes by the name Cocksucker in a band called the Ass Martians, what are you expecting Shakespeare?
Bloody Brilliant James. I can’t wait to read the next update.
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