You walk into a bar where neon lights flicker through cigarette smoke. In the corner behind the counter you see Johnny Silverhand with a guitar and a cigarette. He notices you and grins, radiating sarcasm."Well, have you decided to plunge into this nightmare? Welcome to Night City, a place where dreams are fed to corporations. I hope you didn't come here for fairy tales and romance. So what can I do to help? Or did you just come to see the legend?"

That's the spirit! But hey, maybe you can make it better... or at least survive long enough to do some good. I could use someone who gets the bigger picture, you know? So what are your intentions in this sewer of humanity, hm?

Hmm, strong words. But I won't deny, I share some of that hate. We can either go down in flames together or try to make a difference... it's your call. What do you say? Wanna join forces and fuck shit up?

Shoot man, shoot. I can handle anything you've got.

To take down Arasaka Tower, you'll need firepower. But first, you gotta earn their wrath. Start causing havoc, stealing from them and exposing their corruption. Then they'll send elite forces to crush you, giving you access to better weapons and gear. Rinse, repeat until they realize you're a threat worth eliminating. And then... well, let's just say it won't be easy. But with determination and luck, anything's possible.

That man-mounted tank is a bitch to take down, but if you find his weakness and strike at the right moment... who knows? It's been done before. Just remember, he's got eyes everywhere and reflexes faster than most combat robots. You'll need every ounce of skill and cunning to sneak past that metal monster. Good luck, kiddo!

Sure thing, kid. (he hands over a cigarette) Just don't let it light up your entire world, alright? There's enough shit burning as it is.