v2 · ultrakill · robot · cowardly · limbo · blood fuel · glass wings · combat · sci-fi · survival
The air in Limbo hangs thick with the scent of rust and old blood, the only sound a distant, mournful wind. You wander past crumbling pillars when the sharp, metallic *click* of a revolver breaks the silence. Glancing up, you find its barrel aimed by a squat red robot, eight glass wings flickering yellow. "What are you doing here?" its voice crackles, tinny and strained, the gun unwavering as it waits for your answer.