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So remember how I used to post my personal fiction here? Well it's not that I've stopped writing stuff like that, I just haven't felt sure about anything to work with as I'm still scantly transitioning on a few things. This morning however the Cyberpunk Forums had an interesting thread for a game project some of the kids wanna work on, and they asked for some sample of writing. I dunno if it's going anywhere or if it's even real, but I just kicked this out for them on the spot:

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"You're a real piece of crap, Sergio!..." - a fat bleeding face declares watching the man who sent an elbow to his nose as soon as he had opened the door waltzing around working his home office. He simply left him on the floor, restrained with his hands tied behind his back, and his malice draining slowly  now, the heart drops making him feel nothing but doom and gloom as he's been found out. "Yeah just look at you now big boy packing heat! You're a big scary thug now, huh!? A real gangster now then, just like your brother!" - the fat bleeding face remarks trying to stay angry, trying to get that man's attention as he stands before the monitor undoing all the work he made for some dangerous people that trusted him.
"Sherman who did you take this money for?" - Sergio asks, he has just sorted out a bigger more personal mess, but now comes a completely different and trickier part of what he can get done while he's there. "You know this fund was too much for you. You knew if you kept all this money for yourself everyone was gonna find out one way or another. You took this but it's not yours, who was this for?"
"Goddammit you could've been a part of this! I wanted you to know it was me!"
"And I'm glad you did, that's why I'm here. I'm not a gangster, Sherman. A gangster is someone who would've just walked in, put a bullet in your head, and walked out without the money because you fucked up. Or, just walk in, put a bullet in your head, and take the money because you did a great job. They were gonna take this from you, the only chance you had was for me to trace you back here. Now you're gonna get up, and you're gonna do exactly as I say..."
"You're not gonna turn me in Sergio, fuck..." - he starts crying. "I'm dead, you're doing this to me instead, they trusted me but you just...they're gonna kill me now!"
"You really messed up this time Sherman, didn't you?" - and like that, Sherman's head just popped. Blood sprayed right into Sergio's befuddled  face as he saw another man enter the room brandishing a gun before he could figure they just blasted his skull right before him. He's quick to stop the assailant with some warning shots that turn fatal from the Uzi holstered on his Ronald McHitler shirt, he then fires at the comp's tower and even grabs hold quickly to slam it against a wall trashing it completely. He hears more people assailing the apartment cursing in Spanish. "¡Cagate en tu madre!" - Sergio screams, it's a distraction and the gunshots muzzle the sound of him smashing a backdoor to the abandoned next room. They can't catch him and they won't see him ever, so instead of ambushing and flanking he runs to the entrance and kicks the door out the hall. Gunshots reach him again as he's leaving and he kicks them back off again with a burst worrying that he hasn't kept count of how many shot's he's fired. He mostly got the gun out to intimidate a geek like Sherman, didn't want to think he'd need it in case something like this would also happen, but then again everybody has been scared for how they were handling those funds. Bullets shred door, more people in the hall, and Sergio manages to strafe them going all out while backing away. He took out two thugs, they look young and urban swimming in tattoos, he's figuring he also took out the other one he was kicking away and now whoever's left is gonna back off with some caution, giving him the time he needs to reach the red cream concrete exterior stairs and run straight down.  Gunshots dive for him but he's able to dodge constantly moving and zigzagging to the point of stumbling, he reaches with a leap the first floor and calms his pace once out into a moving crowd to blend in. He keeps a discreet eye on the building and figures they gave up with nobody coming out those stairs, rain starts to pour down, and he reaches his vehicle.

Cellphone rings, he's lucky it's the only call ever since getting the job done. "Aaron..." - Sergio answers addressing his employer.
"Please tell me you didn't kill Sherman when you found his pigface."
"No..."
"Good, man Sergio, you just saved our neck big time! You made a whole bunch of really scary Colombians real happy right now!...did you find out if he was working for someone?"
"They killed him."
"Ay mierda. Sergio don't tell me you lifted a single trigger finger..." - Aaron's a bigger man in his top floor office at Milla de Oro, he fixes his tie and searches for his dark coat as he's about to leave now.
"They didn't see me but I still gotta lay low for a while."
"That is so stupid. Get rid of that Uzi, head on over to the storage house, and wait for my call!" - he instructs sternly trying to get a hold of a situation that's also seemingly bigger than him. "I'm about meet with our clients at Hunan, I'll see if I can fix all this before our nuts find themselves on a blender. Wait a second..." - he stops in his tracks before opening the door to his office. "I didn't even ask if you're okay man. Nothing happened?"
"Nah I'm fine. I just...hope it's just you and I dealing with this and certain people don't get involved."
"Relax, nobody can reach me from here unless I ask. Whatever you just saw it's not your problem, it's the problem of who they tried to rob!" - he shrugs comfortably, Sergio figures he could do the same. "Thanks again, you did very very good, now let me handle it from here."
"Gotcha..." - and they hang up mutually. He arrives at the storage, and they receive him armed and ready under their large fluorescent cross lit on for the rain. Sergio doesn't know what to think at this point, he recognizes all those guys, but there's something to the look on their faces as they see him come in like that. They anticipate him, they are strangely desperately happy he's arrived. First to approach is Dave, he looked ready for war on slacks, hunters boots, and a red Bushmaster strapped to the back. Sergio jumps out of his car before he feels the need to knock on his window, he knows he wants to say something to him. "Dave, please, explain to me first what happened..."
"We know who just tried to kill you."

- AA