CyberSys Prefecture Entertainment District - NO CC

It seems like in cyberpunk settings, every other business is a nightclub, so that seems like the perfect starting point for a cyberpunk community lot to me! There’s 3 night clubs to be found in this entertainment district, along with the typical smattering of bodegas, joyhouses, cyber cafes, and street vendors, all arrayed in a truly dizzying amount of neon lighting.

This lot is also designed with the idea of being placed directly adjacent to my CyberSys Prefecture apartment lot with minimal modifications to the latter (all you really need to do is remove the rear fence on the park in the apartment lot to have both parks appear to be part of the same thing, as you can see in a few of the vanity screenshots included above). If you choose not to place it this way, or just don’t want to mess with it though, there’s absolutely no reason it can’t still work as a standalone lot, though it is designed with the buildings and ‘streets’ in this lot to be on the end of a 3-tile block, as seen in the floorplan images, so you may want to do some tweaking if you place it differently.

I’ve playtested a clone of this lot to ensure that routing decisions made sense and all objects that seem like they should be usable are actually placed so that Sims can reach them successfully. Any images that show active lot animations were also taken on these tester lots, and the lot as uploaded has never been occupied and should be clean of any pesky Sim references. You might still find a few strange routing decisions (Sims don’t seem to recognize the correct dance floor as easily as I would have hoped for some reason) but for the most part Sims should behave in a rational and logical manner wandering around the clubs and alleyways of this district!

This is unsurprisingly a large lot- while the footprint is only 4x3, it’s taller than many buildings (even if it’s not quite skyscraper-height), and there’s a LOT of lighting and electronic elements to give it the appropriate cyberpunk feel, so with $1,166,639 worth of stuff included here and 6 NPCs generated by my count, you may find that it runs slower than you might expect unless you have a particularly powerful graphics card. I think that’s all the critical information to share from a technical standpoint, but if you care to read on, I’ve included a little storytelling vignette below just to give you some ideas and further set the tone of a district like this!



It was still raining, distorting the blinding neon signs of the district even through my optics compensation filters. Of course it was raining, it was always raining. Might be some corpo bigshot could have switched off the Amexx manufacturing stacks west of here or had Praxis do some cloud seeding and cleared up the skies for a few days, but then that might cut into their quarterly profits, so they let it rain, and I just got used to it. If it was raining when the boss had a job for me, then I just got wet, and it was always raining, so I got wet.

Protection racketeering was hardly a new thing, and most of the shops around here knew the boss kept things mostly peaceful so long as they paid up on time. It still helped to remind them what happened if they didn’t though, so that was where I came in, I guess. Every couple months the boss had me go around a couple days early and collect in person. I didn’t mind, it gave me a chance to scam a few free drinks or sometimes even a private dance if I got lucky, and it was always good to keep in practice- my Armscor implants helped in a fight, but if there’s one thing I know it’s that practice makes a hell of a lot more difference than having the newest shiniest chrome welded to your skeleton. Still, might as well have both, and I spent most of my pay from the boss making sure I did. Always fun to see the scrawny little street rats trying to disappear as I walked past anyways.

First stop tonight was some crappy little bodega on the corner. Last owner knew enough to just pay up and shut up, but I guess the old man must’ve finally kicked it since some skinny kid was behind the counter now acting like he owned the place. Might be he did, I didn’t care either way- I wasn’t some damn city inspector looking for the name on the deed, I just wanted the boss’s money handed over quick so I could get on to the next place. Problem was, this scopbrained kid seemed to think there wasn’t no agreement anymore with his old man gone… I flexed my synth muscles as I looked at him- guess it was time for him to learn how business really worked around here, the boss definitely weren’t looking to lose out on money just because some old shopkeep finally croaked.



Funny how quick these new kids are to agree to pay up when they see the consequences of trying to act like some bigshot around any of the boss’s crew. I stretched my shoulders as I stepped out the door, watching the transferring funds from the bodega for this cycle’s protection coverage moving through an optic display as I walked past an alleyway and some corpo-owned cybercafes… place like that didn’t even have staff, shoulda been an easy mark for the boss but somehow the corp convinced him to leave them alone even without paying. Guess he didn’t want Subarashii coming down on him over some last-gen cybercafe not worth the trouble…

Next up was the joyhouse on the corner. Seems like a place like that shoulda been more of a treat for me, but all the playrooms were upstairs and the boss was real clear none of us were allowed to visit any of the joyhouses in the district without his say-so, so all I ever saw was the counter downstairs, maybe a few clients heading up to one of the rooms for some fun for the night. Every once in a while, one of the joytoys would be downstairs for something when I was on my collection rounds but they never even gave me a look… they were always in some ridiculous costumes too, I guess that was part of the package if you decided to pay to spend the night in some ridiculous sci-fi alien room or pretending to be some medieval lord in a castle instead of just picking someone up in a bar and finding a cheap motel after a shift like the rest of us had to… Whatever, the madame that ran the place always paid up nice and quick, so at least it didn’t take long. No eye candy to enjoy tonight so back out onto the street I went… damned rain coming down even harder than before.



I didn’t feel like pushing my way through the line to Kushinada’s yet, so I skipped it for now, figuring to hit it up again on the way back to the boss at the end of the night- plenty of other shops to collect from. The old man at the noodle shop paid up without complaining and even gave me a basket of bao- supposed to be for the boss I guess, but he wouldn’t miss anything if I ate a few instead of him. Good stuff too, almost tasted like real meat if you could ignore the fact that it was still just a rubbery mushroom texture. I was finishing off my third dumpling when a shiny black hovercar came banking out of the sky and landed in the middle of the street. Some corpo bigshot in a sharp suit and surgically perfect features headed into Kushinada’s, her bodyguard easily scaring most of the club wannabes into clearing a path, and when some gonk decided not to move outta the way, he got thrown a good 15 feet into the alley for his trouble… even more reason to wait until later to go collect there. I stepped away from the street and rode the elevator up a few flights to a hookah bar. The owner was gone but he’d left the money with the host at the door… kid was so nervous I could see him shaking as he transferred the funds- good, figure that meant he knew who he was dealing with at least.

Judy’s Club upstairs tended not to be as heavy on the party crowd and most of them wouldn’t have any kind of implants or chrome that’d give me any trouble, so I was able to shove my way through the twisting green lights and up to the bar without making too big a show. Seemed like a good start until the bartender said Judy’s wasn’t paying anymore and told me to get out… I was surprised honestly, thought she woulda been smart enough not to mess with the boss if she wanted to keep working here. Then said some scop about an agreement with the other clubs too- I was about to make a point when a few gangers stood up from the booth closest by and figured this was above my pay grade after all… maybe the boss needed another excuse to flex his muscle in the district, he could take care of it. I definitely had to get pay from Kushinada though or it’d be my head on the curb, so once I’d got back down to the rain and neon drenched street, I retraced my steps back to the nightclub. Surprised me the hovercar was still just parked there out front- a couple street kids with their faces pressed against the windows trying to see inside. Whatever, not my problem. I pushed my way through the line and into the club- tacky corpo approved décor everywhere, dazzling pink lights and pounding synth-pop music making my implants rattle, and the crowds pressed together on the dance floor made it a pain even getting close to the bar. I was just about to show off what some of my Armscor chrome could do to clear a path, before my optics shorted out, blurring my vision enough that I could barely tell where I was anymore. Something sent a spike of pain back into my brain, and I felt cyberenhanced hands grabbing me roughly and forcing me into the elevator.



I couldn’t even tell how many of them there were with me, but without my implants working, my chances of fighting my way free from even a single merc were a joke. I saw the garish purple and pink lights of the club flash by in the gap in the elevator doors as we shot up, and then eventually the elevator came to a stop with a bright white light cutting through. I was half-dragged out the door and into what looked like some fancy corpo fixer’s office, but I barely had a chance to see the wood furniture and a few bits of stolen artwork on the marble walls before I was being forced through a hidden door. One of my guards ran a palm print on the wall and a laser security net deactivated, and I was forced down a narrow set of stairs into a workshop way less showy than the fixer’s office.

I was thrown into a transparisteel cell and heard something powering up outside, and the mercs that had brought me in just turned and left back up the stairs. I tried the door just on the chance those gonks hadn’t actually locked it, but the door seemed to have sealed completely, and whatever was going on with the cell was still screwing with my chrome- I couldn’t even get my optics to work right, nevermind any of the Armscor tech I’d paid so much for that could have actually got me out of this. I slumped into the chair, looking out at the workshop tech for a few minutes before I heard the staccato clack of corpo heels coming down the stairs, and the sharp-suited woman I’d seen arriving in the hovercar stood in front of the cell. She stared for a moment before talking, “Let’s get one thing clear right now- your boss and all the worthless street rats like you are done. This district and these clubs, they’re mine now, got it?” Damn. This night was going worse than I thought…