Posted on October 23, 2025
Arasaka Penthouse shitter!
In Night City, the income dichotomy is vast. It is possibly best evidenced via this shitter, owned by the asscheeks of crime lord Yorinobu Arasaka, a Fred Armisen-looking Le Chiffre wannabe, decked out in polyester satin polo shirts from Land’s End and the kind of glasses Morpheus would wear if he needed readers. In this scene, I was tasked with stealing a biochip from that greasy millenial kingpin and, as you can see from the closed-captioned coms, my co-henchman was urging me to make haste. But NOT before I snapped a shot of the ultra-riche crapper, because when will I (a riff-raff street rat) ever be back here, in this LIFE?? And the world needs to see it.
Arasaka’s sleek-ass-sleek penthouse shitter has an open floor concept and club lighting. It might fetch a $410,000 Zestimate all by itself. It’s maybe the cleanest thing in all of Night City, and in the dark it has got to be a nightmare for your shins. And there’s a second shitter, with an actual red carpet, stylishly uncomfortable seating, and a jacuzzi tub. If you reverse image search Arasaka’s shitters you’ll see similar items are of opulence, grandeur, luxuriance, and sumptuous splendor, while antonyms include poor, poor, poor, poor, poor. Basically, if you want to pinch a loaf in this town, your choices are either grime-rusted 430-grade steel or tungsten carbide with oyster pearl veneer. There are no middle class shitters in Night City!