Introduction.

In a parallel time and a parallel world, wherein the close distant future of the year of 2077. The world has come to a very explosive and rapid change in terms of technology and the powers that now hold the course of the world. The power shifted and bounced back in forth, disputes occurs and conflicts arises that gave birth to a new breed and system. The corporations or for the common people: The Corpos.

The new breeds of the new society of the century, high seaters of on top of the social pyramid are now the new dominating presence in this new world. Controlling a wide range system that encompasses different parts all around the world like puppet masters working behind the curtains. Cities were filled with blinding neon lights that illuminated the streets of city, and darkened the alleyways and shady crevices of this new world. From afar, this world of bright neon lights and holographic displays may look so promising, luring souls to come- a sweet lure within the mouth a vicious beast; a paradise that is way too good to be true- a tangible fantasy that you can finally reach and bask you self in its glorious city life.

But as soon as you set foot into its opened door, you will have your chance of glory but once you had enough of its glorious illusion- you will find yourself waking up; back into the reality that masked itself behind the mask of a beautiful city- it slowly uncovers itself slowly right before your eyes, a world that dances in between a lawless land filled with shady figures and a world of tyrannical overlords that controls the system under the table.

Humanity has come to a drastic change as well, not just the world they are living in.

Humanity starts turning their head away from their origin as all have embraced the new norm in this new world on way or another. The cybernetic era, where once irreplaceable or hard to come-by parts in the human body can now be rebuilt and fabricated through such easier means- but such things does not come in such cheap price.

One piece of this seemingly miraculous pieces may take pile of bodies just for it to be within your reach, such a hefty price to pay.

Cybernetics are made for the sake of improving one's physical capabilities for them to reach such great heights, to one's physical appearance to form and sculpt themselves into their desired shape. Wealthy or not, everyone has a Cyberware implanted to their bodies as it became a necessity to world of technology. Even children that roam the streets can be found to have few implants in them,

Those who bathe in a pile of Eurodollars spent their bottomless riches to completely change their identity, fusing their skins with synthetic materials; skin plated of gold, bones spliced with Cyberwares, some fused themselves to have such features that resembles that of an animal. Drifting away from the body that once bear flesh and bones that now turned to a point where they are barely recognizable to be a human but more like a machine as the organics turned into synthetics within their bodies.

These Cyberwares' are not just some luxuries that people implants to themselves but something you can consider a life support to this new world, as these Cyberwares are as essential as breathing air in this society. A necessary tool- a part to a bigger game and process, to be able to catch up to a world where death is something that happen much more often that it was before. Violence roaring and breaking out of the streets day and night, gunfire's became the alarm clocks for some already.

All of these violence down below are nothing but a daily show and entertainment for those who are atop of the ladders. Caging humanity in their hands and controlling the strings of the masses, puppet masters of the show. Those who sits on top uses those who are below them as pawns to a big game of chess, riches within their banks are blood stained gold. Some considered these companies as nothing more but gangs in a much fancier suit, gangs that controls turfs in an international level, and just gangs that has reached a much greater height in their lives; many people have dreamed of climbing this corporate ladder in the hopes of getting out of their low laying lives in overpopulated living centers and gang infested slums.

They will gladly ignore the reality of being a slave to a system that will led them to nothing but ruin, as they climb up these ladders- they slowly turns their head away from the place where they come from and become one of those who were once pummeling down down to the ground, to be corporate. Almost living by the saying that "You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain".

But such chances are so rare, only few managed and only few reached…

Those who are up top desires to have more of what they currently have, without any concerns and care about the the other aspects that can be affected by their actions for the means of achieving their greed filled desires. For those who are at the bottom- turning to questionable means just to survive through their daily lives and pursue this hopes of reaching something big in the cursed streets; crime and violence, staining their hands for the sake of living through this world they call "A world of dreams".

Dreams are made, but this is where also those same dreams are broken down and shattered to many pieces. Shattered dreams built the foundation of the skyscrapers, roads, and this city where the higher classes watches in delight as the streets gets painted red by the blood of those who are down below.

Every single blood may lead to a new product that will make the rich even richer and the poor to become more poor…

But behind of all turmoil's, there are those who choose to fight the overpowered and almost unbreakable system that is chaining them down to a life of servitude under the invisible grip of their corporate overlords. They lived such dangerous lives and live such extreme lifestyle; a peak sensation of freedom surges through their veins in this world of oppression and lies, they live in a different life as much as the Corpos who are up top. Claiming the things that belonged to them and not just bound themselves in a life of just being a striver, live such short life and be remembered as legends.

They call themselves, Edgerunners…