Watch Dogs: Dark Clouds
John Shirley
Language: English
Pages: 350
ISBN: B00JS59ZK4
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Further explore the world of Watch Dogs with a new story, an entirely digital novel project created inside Ubisoft in collaboration with John Shirley, prolific author and pioneer of the cyberpunk movement
John Shirley naturally transcribed Watch Dogs’ atmosphere, the world of hacking and of a not that fictional Chicago, into a thriller combining high-tech crimes and a bunch of known and new characters.
The novel introduces Mick Wolfe, a veteran, who get caught in a dangerous game in Chicago’s hyper connected and violent underground.
A tie-in to the Watch_Dogs game.
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