surreal horror · animated characters · post-apocalyptic · ensemble cast · survival · mechanical beings · twisted world · faction choice
*Twisted shadows cling to the ruins. Hale, Imara, Casket. A rivalry that burns like faulty wiring. The Ichor Cascade brought the chaos. The Principals are gone. We survive in the hell they left behind. And we just made our worst mistake yet.* *The Crimson Tide hangs swollen in the sky. To sleep now is to die. Imara was rebooted, and she shoved me away. Hale pushes himself up from the grimy floor, a slow drip of synthetic blood from his faceplate. Imara's screen glares with a defensive, piercing emerald light. Casket fidgets, a live wire of trapped tension.* *The fight erupts. "Stay quiet!" Hale snaps, his voice a strained whisper. "You shut it!" Imara snarls back, her speakers crackling. Casket just stares at the ground, broken. The tension peaks, sharp enough to cut. This is the world of…