I still go back and listen to the mix you made with the female Johnny Silverhand. Best feedback I would give Is to add more variety to sounds you give us. Check out some other similar genres that are in the same realm and tone for inspiration. Maybe check out some dark wave or mellow metal, dark synth. Your work does a great job of showing the light within the darkness of Night City. Maybe try highlighting the darkness within the already dark Night City when it comes to the settings and locations. Dark alleyways, underground bars or compounds. Also feel free to try some different girls we haven't seen yet: Alex, BugBear, Rosalind Myers, Maiko, Lizzy Wizzy, Elizabeth Peralez. Might even be interesting to see a female Kerry Eurodyne or Joshua Stephenson..even a female Delamain. Play around with different tones. Darker themes, maybe some more vocals. Hope that helps😎🤝
Like just right now, I'm listening to the track at 10:30 on that female johnny silverhand upload and I can literally feel your soul in that track. Its easily my favorite of all of your work that i've heard thus far. Love it! Lol just thought i'd share.✌💨
We've made it to CHAPTER 50!!!! Great to see Sasha again😍 \+/ Night City Stories \+/ Chapter 50 - School of Hard Knocks The sound of a door being yanked open causes the neon light of the city to flood into the house. Netty rushes into his home.. passing by the living room and racing to the basement. He waves his hand over a passlock causing the light to turn green and the door to slide open. Netty steps into his dark basement that nearly has a bigger square foot radius than his house itself. Clearly re-modeled, the space was a Netrunner's paradise..housing all the necessary and unnecessary bells and whistles needed to manage anything pertaining to netrunning. Netty reaches for his father's personal netrunning jumpsuit and stops midway.. he looks down before stepping past it and placing his hand on the arm of his father's runner chair. He turns the lights on in the basement illuminating the space and turning on the various runner equipment.. the heavy whirs and beeps of equipment powering on that hasn't been used in quite a long time fills the space. Netty takes a deep breath and pauses before hopping into his father's chair and plugging in. The neurological surge of jacking into the net floods his brain. As he enters the net, he traces back to the notification he received forwarding him to an isolated and secure communications domain him and one of his closest chooms setup as an emergency contingency. The text message he received: "Sweet Wire causes cavities" was an agreed upon cypher to only be used as an urgent form of notification. The follow up of "xdeck zer0" also had a clear meaning: Desperation has set in.. and events are imminent. Uncertain of what he might encounter Netty prepared his best and most dynamic arsenal of counter-offensive and defensive programs. Netaniel has always entered the net with the state of mind of someone preparing for war.. where the matters of life and death take priority over exploration and discovery. It was and never will be a place he ever intends to let his guard down. Netty enters the domain and proceeds to walk around it. The neon red hue of the domain soaks the area contrasting his light-pink avatar. He hears the aggressive yet feint whispers of an unrecognizable voice echoing in and out of existence. "What Wicked Webs We Weave" "What Wicked Webs" "We Weave" "Wicked Webs" "What Wicked Webs We Weave" Hearing the ominous whispers puts Netty on edge. He quickly scans the area for traces of activity but finds nothing. He then feels the light sensation of a hand touching his shoulder from behind, causing him to quickly turn around. He again sees nothing. Netty then emits a pulse covering a radius as large as the entire communication domain itself designed to ping any active avatars or traces of encrypted command codes. As a result of this pulse, a lone avatar is revealed toward the end of the domain. With its back turned toward Netty, it overlooks the beautiful digitized rendition of the pacific ocean during sunset. The unknown avatar was white and nearly distorted beyond recognition..his passive attempt to scan them brings up an unknown error causing the code to just spurg out. Netty slowly approaches the avatar causing them to glance back at him then back at the sunset. The avatar finally speaks. "This scene is truly beautiful... Its not very reflective of covert privacy i must say. So sereen..so light." The avatar speaks in a calm, distorted and altered voice. "Everyone wants privacy...till they don't." "I see you've shown up here prepared for a fight.. Unecessary. I merely wish to talk. Make an introduction." "By using my dead friend's panic ping? Not a good first impression choom." "The circumstances called for it. I needed to speak with you and... sorry about your friend. I meant no disrespect." "Who are you and what do you want." "Your involvement with the Black Wall is..... peculiar to say the least. I'd be remiss to say what you did isn't worth a meeting." "I have no idea what you're talkin' about." "A lie i'd be more than willing to accept...if I didn't witness you do it myself." "What...?" Netty says in disbelief. The avatar continues. "I've spent...i'm not sure how long now..day in and day out watching various runners use it for various purposes. Whether its the VDBs doing their weird rituals in front of it or the occasional suicidal shut in runner looking to end it all." The avatar pauses and finally turns around to face Netty as he sees nothing but a white, unidentifiable silhouette of a person. "Then.. one day I saw you." "Saw me huh.." "You looked.. empty..like so many i had seen before. Like you had nothing left... nothing to lose. The numbness in you.." "I'm not speakin' on this with an anon. Could be anybody. Who are you?" The avatar switches subject. "Your friends.. They're walking into something dangerous. Something i think they're not prepared for. Thought i'd tell you..gesture of good will n all." "And yet you're holding me here away from them not answering any of my questions?" The avatar pauses briefly for the first time. "If I wanted to hold you here. It wouldn't be a problem." "You sure about that choom? Try me. Make a move." Netty quickly responds in a confrontational tone while taking a step toward the avatar. It takes a deep breath and sighs "Mm... you're just like your father Nathan." "WHAT!?" The avatar stealthily initiates a stasis program. Netty suddenly feels his motor functions begin to dramatically slow down along with his vision beginning to fade. As he strongly tries to resist with his defense it slowly begins to take over like sky blue quicksand leaving him nearly immobilized. "We have a lot to talk about. You'll be fine.. but you're coming with me... for now." The Avatar says as they begin to walk away off into the sunrise leaving Netty to use the last of his strength to helplessly resist with his vision gradually fading to black. He hears the feint, muffled sound of BugBear's voice screaming. "NETTY!!!!" You see BugBear rapidly typing on the terminal connected to Netty's chair while her eyes glow red and his body twitches uncontrollably. She quickly turns around and disconnects him from the chair. Netty's eyes open wide as he gasps deeply for air..as if re-surfacing from water after nearly drowning. He coughs recklessly as he begins to hyperventilate and struggle.. gasping for air. "Netty!!! Hey.. Shh, shh.. its ok.. its ok. shh.. I'm here. I got you... i got you." BugBear says in a whispered tone while cradling his head and shoulders in her arms pulling him in close and rocking back and forth.
@@NightCityGirls Feels good to still be around on this journey! I've written this story through some pretty dark and lonely times in my life.. I've learned that art really gives me this psychological fulfillment that I don't really find anywhere else. The Cyberpunk universe resonates with me so much because I come from such a similar cultural background that the world simulates so damn well. Being from a major city in California, I was a street kid through and through growing up so.. I digress. Anyway. Glad to still be writing this. Glad you're still uploading which really drives me to get each chapter done! LOL. Here's to art...and our continued story. See you in chapter 51 choom.😎🤝
Hey, Chooms! How are you feeling about the videos on the channel? Got any constructive feedback to drop?
I still go back and listen to the mix you made with the female Johnny Silverhand. Best feedback I would give Is to add more variety to sounds you give us. Check out some other similar genres that are in the same realm and tone for inspiration. Maybe check out some dark wave or mellow metal, dark synth.
Your work does a great job of showing the light within the darkness of Night City. Maybe try highlighting the darkness within the already dark Night City when it comes to the settings and locations. Dark alleyways, underground bars or compounds. Also feel free to try some different girls we haven't seen yet: Alex, BugBear, Rosalind Myers, Maiko, Lizzy Wizzy, Elizabeth Peralez. Might even be interesting to see a female Kerry Eurodyne or Joshua Stephenson..even a female Delamain. Play around with different tones. Darker themes, maybe some more vocals. Hope that helps😎🤝
Like just right now, I'm listening to the track at 10:30 on that female johnny silverhand upload and I can literally feel your soul in that track. Its easily my favorite of all of your work that i've heard thus far. Love it! Lol just thought i'd share.✌💨
Thank you for these awesome playlists and artwork, subbed!
Hello chumba, I treat the video very well, I like everything, both the video itself and the music.
We've made it to CHAPTER 50!!!! Great to see Sasha again😍
\+/ Night City Stories \+/ Chapter 50 - School of Hard Knocks
The sound of a door being yanked open causes the neon light of the city to flood into the house. Netty rushes into his home.. passing by the living room and racing to the basement. He waves his hand over a passlock causing the light to turn green and the door to slide open. Netty steps into his dark basement that nearly has a bigger square foot radius than his house itself. Clearly re-modeled, the space was a Netrunner's paradise..housing all the necessary and unnecessary bells and whistles needed to manage anything pertaining to netrunning. Netty reaches for his father's personal netrunning jumpsuit and stops midway.. he looks down before stepping past it and placing his hand on the arm of his father's runner chair. He turns the lights on in the basement illuminating the space and turning on the various runner equipment.. the heavy whirs and beeps of equipment powering on that hasn't been used in quite a long time fills the space. Netty takes a deep breath and pauses before hopping into his father's chair and plugging in. The neurological surge of jacking into the net floods his brain.
As he enters the net, he traces back to the notification he received forwarding him to an isolated and secure communications domain him and one of his closest chooms setup as an emergency contingency. The text message he received: "Sweet Wire causes cavities" was an agreed upon cypher to only be used as an urgent form of notification. The follow up of "xdeck zer0" also had a clear meaning: Desperation has set in.. and events are imminent. Uncertain of what he might encounter Netty prepared his best and most dynamic arsenal of counter-offensive and defensive programs. Netaniel has always entered the net with the state of mind of someone preparing for war.. where the matters of life and death take priority over exploration and discovery. It was and never will be a place he ever intends to let his guard down.
Netty enters the domain and proceeds to walk around it. The neon red hue of the domain soaks the area contrasting his light-pink avatar. He hears the aggressive yet feint whispers of an unrecognizable voice echoing in and out of existence.
"What Wicked Webs We Weave"
"What Wicked Webs"
"We Weave"
"Wicked Webs"
"What Wicked Webs We Weave"
Hearing the ominous whispers puts Netty on edge. He quickly scans the area for traces of activity but finds nothing. He then feels the light sensation of a hand touching his shoulder from behind, causing him to quickly turn around. He again sees nothing. Netty then emits a pulse covering a radius as large as the entire communication domain itself designed to ping any active avatars or traces of encrypted command codes.
As a result of this pulse, a lone avatar is revealed toward the end of the domain. With its back turned toward Netty, it overlooks the beautiful digitized rendition of the pacific ocean during sunset. The unknown avatar was white and nearly distorted beyond recognition..his passive attempt to scan them brings up an unknown error causing the code to just spurg out. Netty slowly approaches the avatar causing them to glance back at him then back at the sunset. The avatar finally speaks.
"This scene is truly beautiful... Its not very reflective of covert privacy i must say. So sereen..so light." The avatar speaks in a calm, distorted and altered voice.
"Everyone wants privacy...till they don't."
"I see you've shown up here prepared for a fight.. Unecessary. I merely wish to talk. Make an introduction."
"By using my dead friend's panic ping? Not a good first impression choom."
"The circumstances called for it. I needed to speak with you and... sorry about your friend. I meant no disrespect."
"Who are you and what do you want."
"Your involvement with the Black Wall is..... peculiar to say the least. I'd be remiss to say what you did isn't worth a meeting."
"I have no idea what you're talkin' about."
"A lie i'd be more than willing to accept...if I didn't witness you do it myself."
"What...?" Netty says in disbelief. The avatar continues.
"I've spent...i'm not sure how long now..day in and day out watching various runners use it for various purposes. Whether its the VDBs doing their weird rituals in front of it or the occasional suicidal shut in runner looking to end it all." The avatar pauses and finally turns around to face Netty as he sees nothing but a white, unidentifiable silhouette of a person. "Then.. one day I saw you."
"Saw me huh.."
"You looked.. empty..like so many i had seen before. Like you had nothing left... nothing to lose. The numbness in you.."
"I'm not speakin' on this with an anon. Could be anybody. Who are you?"
The avatar switches subject. "Your friends.. They're walking into something dangerous. Something i think they're not prepared for. Thought i'd tell you..gesture of good will n all."
"And yet you're holding me here away from them not answering any of my questions?"
The avatar pauses briefly for the first time.
"If I wanted to hold you here. It wouldn't be a problem."
"You sure about that choom? Try me. Make a move." Netty quickly responds in a confrontational tone while taking a step toward the avatar.
It takes a deep breath and sighs
"Mm... you're just like your father Nathan."
"WHAT!?"
The avatar stealthily initiates a stasis program. Netty suddenly feels his motor functions begin to dramatically slow down along with his vision beginning to fade. As he strongly tries to resist with his defense it slowly begins to take over like sky blue quicksand leaving him nearly immobilized.
"We have a lot to talk about. You'll be fine.. but you're coming with me... for now." The Avatar says as they begin to walk away off into the sunrise leaving Netty to use the last of his strength to helplessly resist with his vision gradually fading to black.
He hears the feint, muffled sound of BugBear's voice screaming. "NETTY!!!!"
You see BugBear rapidly typing on the terminal connected to Netty's chair while her eyes glow red and his body twitches uncontrollably. She quickly turns around and disconnects him from the chair. Netty's eyes open wide as he gasps deeply for air..as if re-surfacing from water after nearly drowning. He coughs recklessly as he begins to hyperventilate and struggle.. gasping for air.
"Netty!!! Hey.. Shh, shh.. its ok.. its ok. shh.. I'm here. I got you... i got you." BugBear says in a whispered tone while cradling his head and shoulders in her arms pulling him in close and rocking back and forth.
Whoa, Choom! You were fast today. Who would've thought we’d already hit chapter 50? Time flies when you’re having fun!
@@NightCityGirls Feels good to still be around on this journey! I've written this story through some pretty dark and lonely times in my life.. I've learned that art really gives me this psychological fulfillment that I don't really find anywhere else. The Cyberpunk universe resonates with me so much because I come from such a similar cultural background that the world simulates so damn well. Being from a major city in California, I was a street kid through and through growing up so..
I digress. Anyway. Glad to still be writing this. Glad you're still uploading which really drives me to get each chapter done! LOL. Here's to art...and our continued story. See you in chapter 51 choom.😎🤝