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The city sprawled beneath a smog-choked sky, its neon arteries pulsing with data streams that only the augmented could decipher; Mouse darted through the crowd, her neural interface flickering as she sliced through firewalls like razorwire, each hack leaving digital scars on her psyche. Alleyways reeked of synth-oil and desperation, vendors hawking black-market cyberware from stalls rigged with jury-printed security drones; she kept her gloved hand near the shock-pistol at her thigh, hyperaware of the bounty on her head—three corporations wanted her dead, two crime syndicates wanted her alive, and none understood what she’d stolen. The artifact hummed in her coat pocket, its resonance warping reality at the edges: a relic from the Old Net, predating the AI Purges, whispering promises of power that could either ignite the city or reduce it to static. Her boots splashed through irradiated puddles, the rhythm syncopated with distant gunfire; somewhere above, a surveillance blimp adjusted its course, searchlights carving the darkness like scalpels. Mouse grinned, all teeth and no joy—tonight, the game changed.
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Unleash your inner artist and mold every detail of your avatar’s appearance—no rules, no limits. Want neon-bright eyes that glow like supernovas? Go wild. Prefer scars that tell tales of epic battles or tattoos shimmering with forgotten magic? Make it happen. This is your canvas. Swap hairstyles in a blink: shave it all off, braid it into constellations, or let it cascade in liquid metal. Adjust jawlines, tweak cheekbones, warp proportions—forge a hero, a villain, or something the world’s never seen. Grab horns, cybernetic limbs, or fractal skin textures. Mix eras: samurai armor with holographic capes, steampunk goggles paired with bioluminescent scales. Every choice bends reality. This isn’t just customization—it’s alchemy. Turn whims into flesh, pixels into legend. The face staring back? Pure, undiluted *you*.
