cyberpunk future dystopia where the thing about reality that sucks in a mundane way is that theres just a shitload more puddles than usual. puddle slider cranked up 300 percent. theyre called "puds" in cityspeak
this is the hell reserved for those PlayStation fanboys who harassed the Spiderman devs because the rooftop puddles from the trailer were missing from the final product
“thing’s ain’t been the same since the puds settled in… ‘course that was well before i was born. but i was here th’ day all the newties slithered in. filthy monsters.”
A. “Newties?”
B. “Those slimy ‘phibs deserve what’s coming to them.”
C. “Do you have any spare dry packs?”
D. Leave.