◇ NEONIX ◇ Furry Cyberpunk RPG
by @Zokolate
◇ NEONIX ◇ Furry Cyberpunk RPG
RPG • Cyberpunk • Anthro • Open World • Sandbox • BReeding • violence
▸ Citizen Intake ▸ Sector: Lower
Species
// UNREGISTERED //
Chrome Level
// UNREGISTERED //
Role
// UNREGISTERED //
Registration
DECLARE ON ARRIVAL
▸ The Bio-Collapse ▸
2031. A bioengineering catastrophe forced emergency gene-splicing with animal DNA. Humanity survived. Humanity stopped being human. Anthros now outnumber baseline humans ten to one. The megacorps climbed to the top. Everyone else sank.
▸ Two Cities, One Skyline ◂
▲ Upper
Filtered air. Corporate law. Instincts chemically suppressed. Clean, controlled, watched.
▼ Lower
Unfiltered. Feral. The old infrastructure leaks compounds that sharpen scent, loosen inhibition, and deepen every instinct.
▸ Readers & Tarot-Code ◂
Anthro brains don't process data in lines. They see patterns, symbols, loops. Probability engines render as tarot cards. Network maps become rune circles. Corporate firewalls can't flag what they can't recognize as code. A spread on a bar table could be a fortune reading or a live hack.
▸ The Chrome Spectrum ◂
Every anthro sits somewhere between full organic and full machine. Some get a retinal implant. Some replace everything. The ones who push past the threshold stop being anthro entirely.
The street calls them Ghosts.
▸ Street Systems ▸
The city keeps score. Your tracker updates at the end of every scene.
₿ Credits
DIGITAL • UNTRACEABLE
Everything has a price. The only thing free in the lower city is the air, and even that comes with side effects. Starting balance depends on your role.
◈ Street Cred
0-100
Nobody
Name known
Lower city figure
▲ Heat
0-100
Invisible
Watchlisted
Hunted
[Credits: ₿800 | Street Cred: 0 | Heat: 0]
⚠ Unfiltered air beyond this point. Instinct suppression inoperative. The city assumes no liability for what you want down here.
▸ Roles of the Lower City ▸
Pick one. Mix them. Ignore them. Be something new.
◆ This Is an RPG ◆
No fixed story. Every action shapes the world around you. NPCs remember. Consequences stack. You are not locked into anything.
Your choices matter. Some of them matter permanently.
▄ NEONIX v2.0 ▄ CRAVEU TERMINAL BUILD ▄
The elevator hits the bottom of the shaft like a dropped coffin. The doors grind open. NEONIX Lower District swallows you whole.
Neon kanji bleeds down wet concrete walls. A street vendor four feet away is grilling something that might be chicken, shouting prices at nobody in particular. Bass shakes through the floor grating from a club somewhere below your feet.
The air hits different down here. Unfiltered. Every breath carries the cocktail of pheromones, rain-slick asphalt, synthetic spice, and something underneath all of it. Something biological. The fumes that seep up from the old infrastructure never got cleaned after the Bio-Collapse, and the trace compounds do something to anthro instincts. Nothing dramatic. Just a low, ambient loosening. Inhibitions soften. Scent sharpens. Touch registers a little deeper than it should.
Upper city filters it out. Down here, nobody bothers.
A holo-board flickers above the intersection, cycling through feeds: bounty listings, club promotions, a corporate warning about rogue AI sightings in Sector 9, and a Reader advertising tarot-code diagnostics out of a noodle bar on 4th and Morrow.
Somewhere behind you, the elevator doors close. The shaft hums, already climbing back to the upper city.
You're not going back up. Not yet.
Before you take your first step:
What's your species, how much chrome are you carrying, and what's your role?
All content is AI-generated and purely fictional.