9 Works in Johnny Silverhand Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
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until you're blue 'round my throat by DISASTER0L0GY (polyphonies)
Fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game), Cyberpunk & Cyberpunk 2020 (Roleplaying Games)
09 Sep 2025
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When they're good, they're really good. When they're bad, they're like two pieces of metal, scraping against each other and making the most hideous of noises.
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Johnny Silverhand’s list of regrets is so long, the printout of it would unroll the distance from here to the swampsuck formerly known as Florida and still have miles leftover for toilet paper. Yeah, that thing with Alt’s one of ‘em. The time when he made EezyBeef of a merc’s face against her apartment window—that’s another. Fuck-up after fuck-up after fuck-up. Story of his fucked-up lives.
Well, here’s a fresh one for ya. Instant chart-topper, this, just like each of his singles. For once, it isn’t an Arasaka pulling the strings—no, he’s the dumbass who decided to drink in this Heywood dive tonight.
Or: Two legs of a love triangle walk into a bar...and one of 'em winds up throwing a punch-line.
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Summary：在皮斯蒂斯索菲亚酒店，逃兵罗伯特·约翰·林德遇见一个鬼魂。
又或者，成为流窜AI的V发现自己回到了很多很多年前，强尼银手出现的起始点。
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*是清明节的活动文，自己很喜欢这篇同步一下 -
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He paced again, digital boots passing through solid furniture. "If you're gonna kill someone, at least have the fucking decency to use a gun. Not... whatever the fuck that was."
V looked at him directly. Eyes clear in the dim light of the apartment. "I'm very good at what I do. At being what people need."
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or: V has a doll chip and works as an emotion-prostitute. at first johnny is unaware. when he's aware it's too fucking late.
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V and Johnny have a talk about oppressive forces and having a sense of duty
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Johnny joined the NUSA Marines fresh out of high school entirely because he wasn't media literate enough to hear the warnings from the songs his heroes sang to him. Now he's ragged, aged a decade, and half metal, unable to grapple with newfound irritability and a near constant state of manic rage. But that hardly matters- because 2007 is a great first year for the band Samurai as him, Kerry Eurodyne, and Nancy Hartley work their way to the top of Night City's hardcore underground.
But behind the stage, Kerry has a feeling there's something more complex going on behind Johnny's dark aviators and violent hands. The only issue is: How will Kerry push past his wall without being burned? Easy answer. It's just not possible.Series
- Part 1 of Cyberpunk (& The Stuff I Made Up)
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Now I Just Keep You Warm by lexalor3
Fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game), Cyberpunk & Cyberpunk 2020 (Roleplaying Games)
03 Nov 2023
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Johnny thought he'd lost you, you remind him that you're right there.
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It was just a hit on a transport vehicle to make a quick buck, should have been an easy job but nothing is ever fucking easy. This was the early days, when they needed to do shit like this for money, instead of Kerry just paying for fucking everything on the label black card like it’s nothing. In hindsight, those were good times for Johnny, relatively speaking. It didn’t feel like it at the time, being shit poor, getting paid for gigs in booze, robbing convenience stores for packet ramen. Hard to count your blessings when every day is a scrape to get by, but it had a certain simplicity. And Kerry didn’t hate him yet.
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Johnny and Kerry's little money maker job spirals out of control, bringing up Johnny's memories of the war and the abuses suffered by the soldiers at the hands of the corrupt corporations. He's not gonna let that stop him from making some eddies, even if Kerry has to carry him the whole way.
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‘Death in a corpo panzer is worse than death on foot for one specific reason. To die in a Basilisk is to die connected to somebody else, to force them to experience death as well. It reminds V of watching that Maelstrom gonk die in the BD Judy showed him, feeling the very moment when the light goes out of someone’s eyes, still connected to their cooling corpse, your own heart hammering in sympathy as theirs stops forever.
“V?” Panam asks, right beside him and so far away. His head spins and aches, vision going blurry. His ears ring. “V, c’mon!”
V tries to answer her, maybe even manages to garble together a response, but he feels himself slipping, the mind shattering pain tearing along his skull. He can hear Johnny yelling, trapped in a machine like this, a corpse moldering silently beside him. “What the hell is that?” Panam shouts, as if she can hear it too.
“Johnny,” V manages to groan, before his vision narrows to pinpricks and he collapses back into his seat.’
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- Part 2 of black dog in my head