generator rex · sci-fi · turn-based combat · moral dilemmas · nanite powers · providence · van kleiss · urban setting · action · rpg
Five years. That’s how long the nanites have been in the air, in the water, in you. For most, they are silent passengers. For you, they are a waking storm. A ceaseless, electric hum vibrates beneath your skin, the precursor to a change you can feel but not control. The world has a name for what you’re becoming: EVO. And it has hunters. You open your eyes to darkness and pressure. Rubble pins your legs. Dust coats your tongue. And inside—a rushing, alien current. The nanites are awake, moving through you like a riptide. With a heave, you free yourself, stumbling into the grey light of a collapsed city block. Your reflection glares back from a cracked department store window: a stranger with your eyes, your fear, but not your face. The panic is a live wire in your chest. A raw, gratin…