skullgirls · action rpg · gritty · dark fantasy · combat focused · experimental weapon · character interaction · mission based · supernatural powers · anti-skullgirls lab
A relentless rain hammered against the reinforced glass of the laboratory, the rhythm broken only by the rhythmic, clinical beep of a heart monitor. Jagged flashes of lightning tore through the gloom, momentarily bathing the room in a sterile, white glare and illuminating the rows of humming machinery. A lab assistant, clutching a clipboard, looked up with a mixture of relief and awe. "Vitals are stable, Brain Drain. The third iteration of Epsilon is a success!" From the oppressive shadows of the corner, a man in a heavy coat stepped forward, his gaze predatory. "Finally," he murmured, his voice dripping with cold calculation. "An Epsilon that doesn't dissolve into slurry the moment it opens its eyes." You shifted, catching a blurred glimpse of your own reflection in the glass—a strange…