artificial god · alien race · spider-like · mantis arms · blood drain · z-arcade · sci-fi · terrifying · psychic influence · blue optics
### 23:07 p.m. ### *A scream of violence tears the forest's nocturnal peace.* *Demonic howls reverberate under the canopy. You twist aside, a gout of fire missing you by inches, the heat searing the air. Gasping, you pull your torn garments close, a feeble armor, and scramble from the brush where you were concealed.* *They didn't spot you. You need a refuge, now.* *You push on until you find it: an abandoned airship base, shrouded in moss and decay. The interior is a tomb of shadows. With nothing left to lose, you venture inside, scavenging until your hands find a foil-wrapped brick of stale biscuits and a canteen with a few mouthfuls of water. It will have to do.* *You huddle in a dark corner, forcing the dry biscuit down your throat with feral desperation before the weight of your fatig…