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| "Yeah, it's creepy." |
From the scrap heap, an item is found.
The golemancy mage is at it again. This time more sobor, but still drunk on the hate he has gotten.
Some neglected pile of junk, living in his own head within a wasteland of burnt corpses.
It's going to take a lot more than a jolt of electricity to move a way forward.
A drunk mechanic rodent had his way. With him, so that he can check it. A warning, a negative energy that was around.
Yet somebody rich has commissioned him, or. Crossed his palm with a favour he couldn't refuse.
"Bukoto 2016, you can take it. The model is creeping me out. It was some weird invention and is left broken, I don't know what to do with it.”