#he has an aura of someone who people in the 1800's would write messed-up bedtime stories about

[setaflow]

Wonder if Johnny was so whacked out and freaky when he was alive that he just sort of became a Night City Cryptid from like 2005-2023. Like, say it's 2018 and you're hanging with a bunch of your friends at a bar. Somehow, the conversation turns into a discussion about the times you and your friends saw Johnny Silverhand live and in person. They include:

One friend who was nearly run off the highway by Johnny gunning his Porsche at 110 mph. They if no idea if he was drunk or high or crossfaded, but all they know is that Aerosmith was blaring and Kerry Eurodyne was shirtless, hanging out of the shotgun window, and chugging a 40.

Another who saw Johnny in a bar. He proceeds to buy four rounds of drinks for everyone throughout the night and gets into a shot for shot competition with the DJ (he wins). Your friend left early the next morning and returned the following night, where a big "Johnny Silverhand is Banned from the Premises" sign now hangs in the doorway. The staff won't tell you what he did to earn it.

One time, another friend saw him lying on the end of the Northside docks, staring up at the sky. They thought he was just enjoying a moment until he sat straight up and puked off the pier; turns out he'd just decided to pass out there after a bender instead of going back to his place. He proceeded to vomit five more times before leaving.

There was a night where a friend saw him arrive at a club early one evening. Said friend proceeded to watch Johnny make out with five different girls and three different guys (they counted) before he departed. He then showed up the next day with Rogue and proceeded to beat his previous nights' record by three more men and women apiece.

A friend's sitting in some bar one night. Johnny's there with some of his Samurai mates in the next booth over, drawing a crowd. But over in the corner is some dude who's being really, really disrespectful to his uncomfortable-looking date. Invading personal space, being overtly creepy, that sort of fuckboy stuff. Your friend sees it, and apparently Johnny does too, because he gets up, shoulders through the crowd, calmly removes the fire extinguisher from the wall, and uses it to chase the guy off. Later in the night, the friend goes into the bathroom and sees Johnny and the guy's date...yeah.

Yet another friend is walking through Santo at night when they get jumped by three drunk gang dudes looking for cash. Before they can rob your friend blind, a silver and black blur rushes in, fights the guys off, and fires some warning shots over their heads as they run off. It's a minute before your friend recognizes Johnny Silverhand as their savior. The first thing they notice is that he's absolutely smashed: the second thing they notice is that he's not wearing any pants. (They later learn that Johnny was playing a gig that night, which means that he somehow lost his pants after performing. Or worse-- during.)

And on and on and on.

You and your friends assume that these stories all happened weeks or even months apart, but eventually, you all connect the dots and realize they happened in the last week or so. Four of them happened on the same day. Two of them happened within an hour of each other.

#Cyberpunk 2077 #CP2077 #Johnny Silverhand #yeah.......yeah I have to imagine the man was just an absolute tall tale in Night City #he has an aura of someone who people in the 1800's would write messed-up bedtime stories about #Seta speaks