Shadowrun Sixth World
Seattle by night:
The sweet brine of ocean and rain. Flickering fluorescent candles in steel-and-concrete buildings rising into the sky like winking oracles above webs of sleepy, crawling metal shells. A keening howl of a barghest as the chrome sliver sheds silver rays from behind the clouds--and all of this punctuated by the staccato heartbeat of a Smartgun,
Rat-Tat-Tat!
as a real predator plies hir shadowy trade by night. Blood sprays. An ork falls, another worthy sentinel sacrificed to the thumping beat of 'AAA' intrigue that heralds the true night life of Seattle.
Welcome to the Shadows, chummer, where the IC is black as sin and twice as deadly. Don't jack in 'less you're ready to play.