The communication device strapped to your wrist bursts and crackles into life. Another spam message has managed to burrow its way past the filter, again. Damn, Tsuba Corp really rip you off with that anti-virus crap, huh?
Just before you try to delete the message, the device auto-locks. Great, spam and a frickin’ virus? Your comms link puffs out a tiny cloud of strong, bad aftershave and a floating head hovers above your wrist. This is the first time you meet the man who will change your life.
Hello! Welcome to my message for you good soul! Please do not close this message, I have great offer to you!
Numerous flow charts and bar graphs materialise in front of his flabby, oily face. He’s looking at you with a big, stupid grin.
I am part of big enterprise and I want YOU to become part of our big expansion plan! I looked at all records everywhere and I find YOU to be the best!
Wonder how many times he’s used that line…
Listen, listen! You no have to sign contract yet! I always come to Gurlov’s after work, so you just meet me there after 8th light cycle, yes buddy?
Shit, he wants to meet? Well, I guess that’s different from usual.
Yes I go now and we speak soon later! Peace out!
The hologram dissolves into nothingness and your communication device goes black. The pulse of the metropolis level hums about you. Multiple small market stalls lie slumped and crammed against accommodation hubs. From a few Pyrex windows, the smell of steamed vegetables wafts out, crawling over your face and up your nose. The petty commerce district sprawls out for miles just up ahead. Its a network of bazaars, dark alleys and junkies, glazed over with a thick, sagging canvas canopy. Every street’s bristling with people hungry for things they can’t buy, haggling for the best bargain they can get. A small Arabic teahouse lies between two old, disused buildings nearby, old men and women sitting outside talking. Money’s been tight but you’ve always managed get a hibiscus and maybe something to eat from there. Calls to prayer and advertisements clash together and linger in the air, reverberating like ripples in a pond. There’s a throbbing swell of people and a cacophony of sound around you.
Now where the hell was Gurlov’s again?
Disclaimer: To clear up any potential confusion, this is not a spambot. I have written this thread in the style of the world I am attempting to create in a CoG project. In that case, I suppose you could treat it as an introduction of sorts to the world you can expect to encounter. It may not be the definitive introduction to the game or even within the game at all but I wanted people to understand what I am trying to do, feeling the best way to do this would be by describing it. I hope this alleviates any concerns to anyone reading this believing it to be spam or something to that effect.