Cyberpunk Meets Thousand Year Old Vampire (Session 1, Neon Kiss)
Artificial Intelligence (AI) Disclaimer: Images and some of the writing here were created with the assistance of AI tools, which I use for fun and to enhance my solo Tabletop Roleplaying Game (TTRPG) hobby experience and storytelling. I enjoy using AI as a creative companion, but I also understand that not everyone is comfortable with its use, and I fully respect that perspective. While AI helps me explore new ideas and streamline parts of my creative process, I do want to emphasize the importance of supporting real artists and creators. Human creativity is irreplaceable, and I encourage everyone to credit, commission, and celebrate the work of talented artists in the TTRPG community and beyond. Thank you for being here and sharing in the adventure. Again, this is all just for fun. Hope you enjoy!
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So, I’ve started a new solo tabletop RPG game using the rules and settings from two games I really like, Cyberpunk 2077 and Thousand Year Old Vampire. It’s a journaling style game where I’m telling the story of Jeffery Goodwin, a nightclub owner in Night City, 2077, who also happens to be a vampire who was turned back in 1988.
I used Thousand Year Old Vampire to create Jeffery’s character and backstory, and I’ve been fleshing out the details with ChatGPT, creating scenes, narrative moments, and documenting the story as it unfolds.
This post kicks things off with an intro scene, from there I’ll be playing through Jeffery’s memories using TYOV prompts, filling in the 89 years between his turning and the in-game current year of 2077. I’ll also include some of the events and lore from Cyberpunk Red that would have occurred during this time, which would have been a perfect environment for a vampire to hide as those around him grew older, etc.
If you’re into solo TTRPGs, character-driven storytelling, AI, or the idea of combining systems like this, feel free to follow along and comment or ask questions. I’ll be sharing scenes and updates as I go.
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Introduction : Neon Kiss
The year is 2077, Night City
There is a pulse in the air. Below, the dance floor of Neon Kiss shivers with sound, heavy synth-bass rolling through carbon-reinforced walls, light slicing the dark in slow, liquid sheets of blue, magenta, and green. The nightclub spans multiple floors, each tailored for a different appetite. Ground level is chaos, chrome limbs flash under laser strobes, netheads with data jacks glow like embers, while corpo brats get high passing eddies and smash. Upstairs, a lounge of fixers and off-duty mercs sip ruby red cocktails with gloved hands and unreadable eyes.
Above it all, in a soundproofed office wrapped in one-way glass, club owner Jeffery Goodwin watches.
He doesn’t blink. On the crystal display screen beside him, surveillance cameras shift to show the alley behind the club, a narrow service corridor slick with runoff and neon spill, reminding him of an eerily similar alley from his past, long ago.
Queens, New York. Late 1980s. The stink of beer-soaked trash. The rattle of a back door closing, and the sound he still hears sometimes when brought to hunger, the scrape of shoes on wet pavement, and a voice from behind whispering his name.
Jeffery lifts a hand to his neck, adjusting the collar of his silk coat. Beneath the collar, hidden by long, dark hair, the twin scars remain, just behind the curve of his jaw. They’ve never healed.
He leans back in his chair, eyes unfocused now, not on the crowd, not on the screen, but on a distant memory. It’s been decades since he let himself truly remember. But the city tonight has a taste he can’t ignore, same as the night he died.