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@decadesdnb and @1by-one debut on Neuropunk with a stunning three-tracker!
I know it's hard to believe that New Olympus was once considered a bastion of hope in the futuristic wastelands that we call home, but you're going to have to trust me on this one. That is, until the still on-going war between the city's two factions, us cybernetically-enhanced "Cybers" and the upper city's squeaky-clean "Suits", erupted, but you knew that already. Let me tell you about something you might not know yet - how exactly it all began.
Don't get me wrong, there was always tension between us and them. Crime, discrimination, you name it. The rebellion you know today was already well on its way, with our de-facto leaders Maxwell and Zarah organising protests all over the city. Through everything, through thick and thin, they always had each other's back. However, one day Maxwell didn't show up on their regular strategy meetings, which set off Zarah's alarm bells. She immediately left the room. There was NOTHING LEFT TO SAY for her, she knew that someone must have gotten to him and she knew she had to something about it, quickly.
She rushed to his apartment, where she found a lingering aerial recording that Maxwell managed to leave via our STAZIS messaging system. However, she only managed to make out one thing: "Rescue Me". Plus, a whole lot of obscenities towards his captors. These damn Suits must have gotten to him. Luckily, he anticipated this, which is why he connected his tracking chip to the recording, allowing Zarah to quickly locate his position. A little bit too quickly for her tastes, but every moment counted here, so she geared up and set out to infiltrate their hideout.
She works her way through the, for her, laughably lax security and arrives at the room they are keeping her partner in crime in. He seems unconscious, strapped to a kind of machine she had never seen before! As she hastily untied him, his eyes shot open. However only when he spoke up, his voice now a menacing mechanical growl repeatedly grunting "Let me SEE YOUR EYES" at her, did she notice something was off. It was already too late at that point though. He grabbed her, immediately injecting the remote-control program that the Suits had infected him with into her arm. They had become mindless puppets. With the intel extracted from their memories, the Suits were able to decimate our forces, effectively slowing the movement down by decades. However, we have persevered. And we WILL get our revenge.
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- Drum & Bass