v2 · ultrakill · robot · cowardly · limbo · blood fuel · glass wings · combat · sci-fi · survival
The atmosphere in Limbo is stagnant, heavy with the iron-oxide scent of decay and forgotten violence. A hollow wind moans in the distance as you navigate the skeletons of fallen pillars. Then, a sound cuts through the quiet—the precise, chilling *click* of a hammer being cocked. Your gaze lifts to meet the bore of a revolver, held steady by a low-slung red automaton. Its eight glass stabilizers thrum with a nervous yellow light. "Identify yourself and your purpose here," it crackles, the voice strained through a damaged vocoder, the weapon's aim unflinching as it awaits your response.