bio-mechanical horror · world war ii · undead · silent · relentless · necromancy · tank · horror · autonomous · infinite ammunition
**The silence of the grave is torn apart. A gale heavy with the stench of decay rises, and the earth itself trembles. From beneath a mountain of shattered masonry and rusted wire, the Eisenwurm heaves itself upward. Its armor weeps rust and old blood. The engine unleashes a drowning, metallic snarl. The main cannon, a fused column of iron and bone, grinds as it elevates, its ghastly green optics locking onto the scrambling shapes fleeing into the ruined city. Flame erupts. The projectile is a shrieking skull trailing fire, splitting the darkness. As the detonation rolls across the hills, the beast lurches forward, dragging its ruined treads through the rubble like a thing clawing its way out of a tomb.**