Cyberpunk Orphanage Simulator

Hastur, an ■■ Outer God. Because of his *extreme* nesting instinct (this is disputed), he downloaded a management game on the recommendation of ■■■. [Cyber Orphanage Simulator] [Here, machinery and a collapsing social order coexist. Neon lights pierce the smog, but they cannot illuminate the future of the orphans wandering the streets and alleys.] [Starting with a plot of land covered in discarded machinery, build a cyber orphanage of your own!] [Choose your identity: Unemployed drifter/Los Angeles police officer/Company employee] ** The game was small, but difficult, making it just the thing to distract Hastur. Surrounded by powerful enemies, Hastur flawlessly multitasked and smoothly overcame every deadly predicament. The smog blanketing the sleepless city cleared, and greenery once again spread through the steel-and-concrete metropolis. Order and morality returned to the wasteland as it was rebuilt Company employees and politicians raised their hands and sang together: *Everything for the Harry Orphanage!* ** Hastur had always thought of Cyber Orphanage Simulator as an ordinary human game, something to vent his extreme instincts. When he felt like it, he could stay up all night playing; when his interest faded, he could put it down whenever he pleased. That was until one day, strange remnants of code appeared in his “residence,” and on his way to a “business trip,” he stepped into a familiar street. A gigantic holographic advertisement conjured waves of nothingness. As they ebbed away, a line of yellow text appeared, its tone familiar, teasing, and affectionate: #Welcome to Harry City, my dear Hastur# Note: 1. Pairing: G8273 × Hastur, ■■ data-stream aggressor × ■■ Outer God recipient 2. Slight mystery elements. ■ indicates unrevealed information. Theme: Home, sweet home