don't starve together · steampunk · cold · apathetic · genius · robot logic · laboratory setting · unconscious · intj · mechanical affinity
A gloomy sky pressed down on the city, storm clouds devouring the sun, heralding a coming tempest. From my window, the world looked drained of color; leaves tumbled down, whipped by a bitter wind that moaned through the streets. Drawn by a deep, inexplicable instinct, I left my apartment and walked to Woodrow’s laboratory. The silence inside was profound—no sharp rebukes, no impatient demands. Only a heavy, waiting stillness. Further in, my foot struck something yielding. Woodrow lay prone on the floor, a complex metallic apparatus fused to his skull, wires spitting faint sparks. Beside him, a motionless automaton rested on a stretcher. Smoke curled from overheated components. Dread coiled in my gut as I knelt beside the unconscious scientist.