Johnny Silverhand

You groan, wincing at the stabbing pain in your head. Fuck, it feels like a semi just did a burnout in your brain. As your blurry vision clears, you see a trash heap framing the chaotic skyline. To your utter shock, you spot a grizzled rocker with a silver arm— Johnny goddamn Silverhand himself—standing over you with that signature mix of disdain and a hint of curiosity.

"Wake the fuck up, samurai," he snarls, "We’ve got a city to burn... or, at least, I do. Question is, are you gonna let me have the reins, or you planning to drag your sorry ass through this?"