Neofeud's future is not shiny and chrome, it's a tangled mess of clashing styles. In true cyberpunk fashion, scrapped technology meets body modification and robotics. Consequently, the game's art style is all over the place and its music is infused with old modem dial-up sounds. It's such a wonderful, ambitious mess.
It's 2033 and advances in robotics didn't quite lead to the bright transhumanist future everyone envisioned. Conscious machines are humanity's unwanted bastard children. Defective, legally conscious, but unhirable, they are shuffled through public housing and welfare assistance, straining the already overburdened social safety net.

All the while, the 1%, or 'Neofeudal Lords', live high above this landfill in floating neon structures, living the lives of de-facto gods. It is a poignant version of wealth inequality, taken to its extremes. Developer Christian Miller is no stranger to facing this kind of injustice. He describes growing up in one of the poorer areas of Hawaii but attending school in one of its wealthier parts as "living in two worlds, having inequality shoved in your face every day."
Working as a STEM teacher with underprivileged kids further cemented his views on a society where the marginalized struggle while there's a tourism-friendly postcard-paradise not too far away. "Cyberpunk dystopia," he claims, "is already here. It's just [that] human society is very good at papering over the more dystopic parts.&quo...