Corporations say the "new" Net is safe and secure - that they've learned from past mistakes. From up their ivory towers everything must look all nice and pretty... But they're wrong. The Net ist just a rusty car with a fresh coat of paint, a heap of dog shit spritzed with perfume.

You're either somebody or you fizzle out into nothin'. Night City don't let you choose.

He's fucked in the head, the world's fucked in the head - and you're fucked in the head 'cause MY fucked up head is inside it.
Guess if you want to save the world, that's the first step - get fucked in the head.

Just when we thought Macroware was done putting out unfinished games, we get this piping hot plate of spaghetti code. Frankly, I don't even know where to start. From the "story mode" which feels like it was cobbled together from the half-baked ideas of six writers working in different time zones, to the non-intuitive tutorials, to the ridiculous lag that had me up making a fresh cup of coffee between each punch, and finally to the head-scratching localization foul-ups. (Honestly, the dialogues make no sense in any language. What the hell were they originally written in? Swiss?)

V: Bug, could at least try to be... nice.
T-Bug: You want nice, supportive? Call a damn helpline.