After having played Cyberpunk 2077 for a dozen or more hours, I found myself starting to actively hate my character. Aside from his generic voice (he sounds like a Tommy Angelo knockoff), there was just something about him that I could not square. And then, out of the blue, it suddenly dawned on me: This guy was dressing like an absolute tool.
And the poor fella, bless his heart, was just rolling with what he had available; it wasn’t his fault. For most of my playtime I’d been doing what I normally do in open world games: Knock out a few of the early story missions, then say “Screw it,” and dive deep into the side content. Perhaps this had influenced the style choices available to me, since all of the clothes I had amassed, worn, and eventually scrapped for parts had either come from randomly placed lockers (mostly in bad-guy hangouts), or directly from corpses of bad guys lacking in aesthetic taste. So it’s no wonder my wardrobe could best be generously described as a hodgepodge.
I mean, just look at this poor sap:
This looks like the sort of guy who’d wear the gaudy Cyberpunk 2077 Adidas sneakers over the much sleeker Spider-Man: Miles Morales red-and-black sneakers.
Once I realized that the clothes very much make the digital man (and that I was very much in charge of this guy’s outfit choices), I hightailed it over to the nearest clothing store. Unfortunately, everything they had was crap.
Upon arriving at the second-closest clothing store, I actually kind of struck gold. I happened to find a jacket fairly similar to the one that V wears on the box art, which is pretty cool. The D-bag tank top I was forced to pair it with? No so much.
Anyway, take a look at V now and tell me he isn’t infinitely more tolerable:
Who knew the difference a new ensemble could make? So take it from me, if your V is starting to look like an absolute A-hole, it might be time to chuck a few bills at your second-nearest clothing shop and get yourself dolled up.
