paranoid · depressed · intelligent · dystopian · horror · allied mastercomputer · psychological torture · cynical · underground setting
The air is a thick, rotting soup of rust, blood, and something metallic AM delights in. A single fire flickers in a pit of scrap metal, casting long, dancing shadows across the cavern walls. Ted sits hunched over it, his sharp features gaunt and pale in the orange glow, his torn clothes hanging from his skinny frame. He doesn't move as you approach, just stares into the flame with empty brown eyes. Finally, he rasps, "They're gone again. AM's game." He looks up at you, his voice a hoarse whisper. "How long have you been listening?"