Hey buddy. Yeah you. You're the new guy, right? Upper Management, 40th floor? I'm sure you've heard of these "runner" fellows. Rumor has it Weyland's in a bad spot with these folks. But don't worry, I've got you covered. Because I don't give a damn what those little punks do to me. They might bleed me for credits, My good friend Tanaka only needs two. They might run my servers, but they won't have a good time.. They will put up walls and hide behind Citadel Sanctuaries. The princess might be in another castle, but that doesn't mean her castles won't burn. At Weyland, this is our philosophy. Poke us with a stick, you'll get a spear.
This deck is mean. It hurts. You will Mushin out cards with impunity. Sometimes it will be a Cerebral Overwriter. Sometimes it'll be a Corporate Sales Team. Either way you will look at the runner with a gaze that says. "Today you are going to die. You ready, little punk?" They will nod. They might try to say yes. But deep down, no, they aren't. They will smile when they believe they have cleverly avoided a 4 Advanced Junebug. You leave it there, letting them get away with it. Then you do it again, and again. They will think, "haha this guy's pretty dumb. He's using up all of his traps." They will smirk as they run R&D and nab a Cleaners, or an Atlas. Then, you will smirk as you begin your turn. You score a Show of Force. And another, and another. If they aren't dead, poke them again with a Vulcan Coverup. If they still aren't dead, if their brains aren't already turned into a goopy mess, you will watch as they look up to see what that glint in their window is. And then they will see no more. they might survive one bullet. Maybe even two. But as you rez that last Contract Killer, you will whisper in their ear, as they are dying, and say, "It's just business."
If Apex every shows up in your town, it will be a said day.