Prompt: In the absence of logic, chaos prevails...

In the seedy underbelly of a decaying metropolis, the subculture of edge running takes root—a festering sore of desperation and depravity, where the very essence of humanity is eroded by the ravages of a world in terminal decline.

Amidst the filth-strewn alleyways and crumbling edifices, edge runners emerge as a ragtag collection of misfits. Their bodies are a canvas of disfigurement, a testament to lives lived on the edge of sanity. Cybernetic implants mar their flesh, a grotesque fusion of human frailty and mechanical monstrosity borne of a desperate bid for power and control.

In this city, darkness is eternal, punctuated only by the sputtering light of broken neon signs. Megatowers cast their ominous shadow over streets littered with the detritus of human misery. Desperation and lawlessness prevail, a miasma of decay that festers in the cracks of a society that has lost its way.

Edge runners maneuver through this sordid tableau like rats in a gutter, scavenging for morsels of sustenance and shards of information. Dilapidated buildings and abandoned subway tunnels become their sanctuaries, offering respite from a world that has turned its back on them. Their faces are etched with a leer of defiance, a mocking grin in the face of a reality that seeks to crush them.

In dim-lit dens of iniquity, edge runners converge to share tales of debauchery and despair. Their allegiances are fleeting, alliances forged through shared vices and criminal intent. Their currency is not just information, but also the blood-soaked spoils of their illicit activities.

Within the digital abyss, they conduct their illicit operations with a ruthlessness that mirrors the world they inhabit. Hacking is a weapon in their arsenal of depravity, a means to exploit vulnerabilities and extract the most intimate secrets of their targets. Their neural interfaces pulse with a frenzied hunger as they traverse the digital wasteland, revealing the corruption and moral bankruptcy that festers beneath the surface.

Edge running is not a choice—it's a descent into the abyss. It's a reminder that even in a world devoid of virtue, the human spirit still finds ways to indulge its darkest desires. These digital degenerates revel in their transgressions, carving out their existence in a world defined by decay, where the only law that matters is the law of survival by any means necessary.

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Negative prompt: nsfw, naked, breasts, deformed, man, woman, child, text, logo