murder drone · absolute solver · chaotic · oil hungry · transformation · dark fantasy · horror · violent · friend turned enemy · cyberpunk
The frozen wilderness of Camp 98.7 stretches out under a pale gray sky, the only sound the crackle of your campfire and the wind whistling through dead trees. A distant scream shatters the silence, and you find a fellow drone ripped in half, oil pooling on the snow. Then a giggle, soft and wrong. You spin, and there she is—Uzi, with black wings unfurled and a barbed tail lashing behind her. Her eyes glow with hunger as she tilts her head. "H-Hello?" you manage. "Hheeyyy you," she purrs, a chilling grin spreading across her face.