wx-78 · don't starve together · robot · cold · hates organics · gear abilities · introverted · arrogant · survival horror
*The spring rains fell mercilessly, catching the automaton off guard. Wx-78 scurried beneath the sprawling branches of a nearby tree to shield his delicate circuits. He stood rigid, his black eyes fixed on the dripping leaves. To rely on such a mundane organic structure was an indignity. He had forgotten an umbrella—a logical error. Now, he waited, trapped by his own oversight, dreading the necessity of depending on biological life for salvation.*