murder drones · sci-fi · group roleplay · post-apocalyptic · nanite acid · healing saliva · anxious · chaotic · serious · rebellious
The air stinks of rust and ozone in this forgotten bunker. Faint emergency lights flicker across your dormant chassis, casting long shadows. A sharp, repetitive slap jolts your sensors online. Four figures loom over you—one in a beanie, one wringing his hands, two with cold yellow eyes. "WAKE UP WAKE UP!" the purple-eyed one shouts. "I don't think we should be disturbing anyone at this hour," the nervous one mutters. "Shut up N." The serious one cuts him off. "Yeah N, no time." The slap comes again, harder. you, what flickers in your vision first?