He was never going to ride shotgun. Give Johnny Silverhand an inch of your subconscious and he'll take the whole deck.
Our earlier Cyberpunk 2077 decks spread themselves across all of Night City: the weapons, the wheels, the whole neon sprawl. Not this one. Johnny got into the file and took it over. The Malorian Arms 3516, the '77 Porsche he never shut up about, the guitar, the tattoos, the chrome, and the dog tags stamped with the name of the man before the myth: Robert John Linder.
Undoubtedly the star of the show, but incomplete without his band. Samurai’s Nancy, Henry and Denny each earn their own cards, the band reunited in silver the way they never quite managed in the flesh.
The tuck is sheathed in reflective silver film with black-and-red foil detailing - a mirror finish lifted straight from the plating of his cybernetic arm. Break the seal and the cards carry the same DNA: silver-foiled line work across every face and a silver-gilded edge that throws light like polished chrome.
Only 10,000 exist, each wearing its own numbered seal - for a man that is truly one of a kind.
