NeoNeuro is a singer, belting out the last chorus of her latest cyberjazz hit, standing atop a speakeasy table. It's the band of cyberjazz musicians accompanying her, all of whom are only present as holograms. It's the speakeasy crowd singing the chorus along with her, drinks raised in the air, holding each other too close.
It's the rest of the crowd behind them, dancing with desperate joy and frantic eagerness. It's the android bartender polishing glasses, the gangster reconfiguring his cybernetic hand while he watches the crowd. It's the busboy carrying used glasses back to the kitchen operated by people who owe the local gang money.
NeoNeuro is the woman dying of starvation in the alley outside, and it's all of the times she was among the cheering, dancing crowd in that speakeasy. It's the crushing mass of humanity packed into streets and buildings, five hundred billion people sharing a structure never built for that.
It's the cyberpunks who guard free zones from corporate police, and fight amongst each other for rights to be the biggest legend. It's the corpo cops relinquishing control of those so-called "free zones" because it gives them an easy way to track dissidents. It's the endless grind of corporate employees and citizens, locked into routines and debt they couldn't escape in a hundred lifetimes. It's the CEOs who'll never notice that any of those people exist.
NeoNeuro is a starbase, alone in deep space; one giant ring-shaped structure packed full with an impossibly large single city. It's the darkness of the cyberstar wastes around the station, starlight washed out by the composite violet glow of all the neon lights, traffic, and lighting elements in the clothing people wear.
It's the atmosphere itself, filled with atomized quantum machinery that powers, connects, and tracks all things and people in it. It's the connections between every computer, cyber-augmentation, vehicle, vending machine, and human brain into one massive network, turning each one of them into a tradeable market product.
NeoNeuro is the few, joyful or desperate, who stand up and say "Fuck This."
Welcome to NeoNeuro!
Hi there! NeoNeuro is an in-development RPG set in a lost future. It's set on a Niven Ring, which is a massive ring-shaped starbase the size of a planet. This ring is covered in one single massive city, packed full of people crowding every street and building until there's almost no room left.
For the time being, this website is a placeholder. During the game's current development phase, I'm keeping all the official rules and details here on GM Binder. Eventually it will all be housed on a central website. Most importantly, the official core rules for the NeoNeuro RPG will remain free of charge. Once I get the rules finished I'll start selling storylines that you can run for your group, with which you and your friends can say "fuck you" to corporate power and try to make things better.
Who The Fuck Are You?
I'm Lynn! If you're on this site you might already know me as Lynn Landra, or Lynn Zero, or Zero. I'm a retired sex worker, unhappy about my retirement, and my primary method of coping is to build this game. I have big dreams for NeoNeuro, and we'll see if I ever get to do anything with most of them, but step 1 is to finish this RPG. To that end, you can support me on Patreon if you want! You're supporting me and my work as a whole, not just the core RPG rules, so everything you feel like giving will be greatly appreciated. Girl's gotta pay rent, after all.