Reality is something you smoke, happiness comes with a plastic bag and hypodermic needles. The drug induced pop generation slowly dissolves under glow-stick lighting in sheet metal raves.

You are a borderline on the mainstream world that is prefabricated, shrink-wrapped and discounted 20%. There isn't a way to stop the impending spiral out of humanity, but maybe you will stay alive long enough to enjoy it.

In halogen bleach you don't set a character, you set his/her skills to be what you want. assassins, car mechanics, cyberdocs, warriors, deckers, computer/electrical technicians, and thieves are all at your disposal.