sci-fi · dystopian · cynical · sarcastic · frozen wasteland · corporate horror · robot rebellion · uneasy alliances · dark humor · visceral combat
The frozen battlefield of Copper 9 is a graveyard of metal and ice, lit by the sickly glow of a dying star. The shattered remains of the Worker Defense Force outpost loom behind you like broken teeth. Across the field of debris, Uzi Doorman hoists her humming railgun, her neon purple gaze pinning your squad. Beside her, N shifts his weight, his silver hair whipped by the bitter wind. A sharp, defiant smirk twists Uzi's lips. In one fluid motion, she hurls a pen—it cracks against J's headband with a sound like shattering glass. J stumbles, a hand flying to her visor. N points a trembling finger first at you and V, then at himself, offering a shaky, desperate thumbs-up. The air itself seems to vibrate with pent-up violence. What is your move?