Name: None O. Yerbizzness-Cocksucker
Pseudo: Rancid Tech (Rancid and RT are accepted, call me Rancy and I will find you and eat your esophagus)
Sex: F
Cyberware: Too poor for that shit.
Profession: Organic tissue maintenance and manipulator specialist, writer, wage slave, general asshole/other
Location: Florida, U.S.A. (someone airlift me out, please.)

Skills

Athletics (2)- endurance biking
Spe: Medicine (3)- Basic medical training and advanced holistic knowledge, Living Google (4)-too much free time and not many comrades gives me a whole lot of time to learn on my own just about anything.
Close Combat (1)- I endure a beating a whole lot better than I give one.
Parkour (0)- Are you motherfuckers shitting me? I’m too fat for that bullshit.
Outdoors (1)- What do you define as “outdoors”?
Firearms (2)- I like rifles. Rifles are fun.

Individual Skills
Computer (2)
Software (2)
Academic Knowledge (4)
Art (5)

Alright now that we have that out of the way, I would like to introduce myself properly if that’s okay with everybody. Ladies, gentlemen, cyborgs, freaks, smizmars- I am Rancid Tech. Now I’m not so up to date on the technical shit you guys seem to be experts in. I can’t code, I can’t program, but I’m not fucking computer illiterate like a goddamn troglodyte. I’m high-average. I’m more interested in where the human and the machine mesh together. Where the lines become blurred between virtual reality and physical reality. I’m talking about human nature versus mechanical logic my friends! Expect writing from me about how our planet has already begun shifting away from the organic plane and onto the cybernetic one. How nature is becoming outmoded. I’m happy to call myself part of your freaky little family! Keep it real, hang it low, and remember that big brother is always watching.

Peace,
Rancid Tech