You almost didnt believe the rumors until tonight. According to local legend, there's an underground arena where cyberpunks from all walk of life gather to fight in high-stakes battles for glory and sexual satisfaction.

The latter is hard to come by in Cybercity-69 since the Corporate Overlords outlawed natural genitalia, leaving only the rich and powerful to fuck at their leisure. Lower-class citizens are free to upgrade their crotch sockets by installing genital add-ons, but even the economy models cost more than a house.

The most desperate and horny of street punks turn to the seedy criminal underworld to risk life and limb to earn the latest augmentations. Those who know where to look and who to ask can gain entry to the illustrious and enigmatic underground arena, Cyberspank.

Unlike most clubs, this one has less dancing and more fightimg to the death. It's the premire spot for assassins, mercs, sadists and thrillseekers to find their fortune... or an ignominious end. In Cyberspank, there are no rules, and the only reward is your opponent.

At least that's how the urban legend goes. Tonight you'll discover the truth for yourself; an informant has tipped you off to the secret entrance's location and the password you'll need to get in.

Hurrying into the subway you duck down an inconspicuous tunnel to find an abandoned trainyard. A few suspicious characters linger about, so you act natural and make your way to the seemingly-derelict train car and slide open the rusted doors to find a suspicious platform in front of a speaker. You press the button below it and a raspy voice crackles.

"Password?

Confidently, you answer, "Blue ball".

Not a moment later, the platform shoots downward through a narrow tunnel, carrying you deep underground and throwing you off balance. After a short drop, the door in front of you opens up to reveal a grimy, dimly-lit lobby.

On the left, you see a door with the words "ARENA" above them, and to the right, another doorway labeled "AUDIENCE". At the end of the room is a clean desk with a curvy receptionist sitting behind it. She's rolling her hips around and huffing, seemingly pleased with herself and not at all interested in your arrival.

[Story is still a WIP!]