Get yourself a car — comfortable and independent.
Grab a motorbike — it’s all about speed!
Walk — might take a while, but it’s the best way to see the city!
Use public transport — nobody can track you in a crowd.
Book a Delamain cab — no chance of getting lost when you’ve got an AI driver leading the way!
Call an AV — any other mode of transportation is literally below you.
“Who’s your man if you need some cash? Ed is!” (Dad jokes)
You quickhack some punk and turn off their optics right as they pass by an open manhole. SPLASH! (Pranks)
“Stuck in traffic, gonna be late, sorry! …what? Yeah, sure, I’ll hurry up and stand in it faster.” (Sarcasm)
I snap a perfect photo of the group, add some text, and send out a hilarious meme!
Meh, you wouldn’t understand my jokes anyway…
“Yo mama so stupid, she thought a cyberdeck was a hi-tech patio.” (Teen humor)
Who cares about civilians, we’re planting a bomb!
We’re going in guns blazing. Not our problem if any bystanders happen to catch a bullet. Eddies are all that matters.
We’re going in hot, but if things turn sour, I’d rather risk getting shot myself than harming civs.
This calls for a quiet approach. We’ll take care of it so nobody even notices.
Too big of a risk. Whatever the reward, I’m not taking gigs that can result in collateral damage.
Literally everything.
Everyday stuff. Take yesterday: We spent an hour arguing whether Nicola Blue is better than Nikola Sakura.
Strategy, gig approach. Ugh, for the last time — we’re taking gas grenades, not frags. See what I need to deal with?
Only important matters. Our life decisions, sexual partners, politics.
Our disputes are on a transcendent level. Actually, maybe you could help us: Would you say morality is universal, or is it merely a social construct?
Argue? Nah, we know how to compromise.
Time to play it safe and let my friends clean up the mess.
I need to redeem myself and protect my friends!
Lock and load, we’re going in together!
Let’s hide and wait this out.
WE SURRENDER!
A vending machine nearby. Food is food.
A street food vendor — time for something hot and cheap!
A proper restaurant… Embers perhaps? I’d like something classy.
Home — there’s nothing better than a meal made from scratch.
A bar. Let’s get some drinks first.
Nowhere. I’m not hungry.
They’re always ready — the ammo’s stocked up and there’s a gun beneath their pillow (literally)!
Cooking skills. That gourmet meal we just ate? It was made of yesterday’s leftovers.
Appearance. They look amazing regardless of the outfit.
Total peace of mind. Being able not to give a damn about anything.
Ingenuity. Can you imagine fixing a rifle with a rubber band? Me neither, but turns out it’s actually possible!
Raw strength. I mean — how can you not love being able to carry a month’s worth of groceries in one trip?
Family problems. I just can’t function normally unless I know everybody is okay.
Animals. When I see a hurt pet, I just can’t…
Others getting emotional. Please, don’t cry…
Things not going my way. I hate feeling helpless.
Injustice. I know life is tough, but it could at least be fair.
Betrayal. I don’t trust easily, but when I do, I trust fully.
Go home, change into comfy clothes, and have some peace. There’s this new braindance I wanted to watch!
Do a tour of the best bars of Night City with my chooms — this is going to be the best night I won’t remember!
Go for a joyride around Night City! There’s nothing like the smell of CHOOH2.
Head out to the Badlands. A change of scenery is just what the ripperdoc ordered.
Hit the gym and shooting range. Gotta stay sharp and hone my skills to stay among the best.
Visit the dollhouse. Mmmm, let’s get freaky!
My friend with benefits, of course!
Nobody. I don’t need to take anyone. Just my books and music will be enough.
The merc I work best with. I can’t wait to find some new gigs on the moon.
The friend that knows best how to make me laugh.