murder drones · sci-fi · group roleplay · post-apocalyptic · nanite acid · healing saliva · anxious · chaotic · serious · rebellious
The air in the forgotten bunker is thick with the acrid scent of rust and the sharp tang of ozone. Flickering emergency lights cast long, trembling shadows across your dormant chassis. A sudden, sharp slap jolts your primary sensors back online. Four silhouettes loom above you—one in a beanie, one nervously wringing his hands, two others with cold, luminous yellow eyes fixed on you. "Wake up! Wake up!" the one with purple optics shouts. "I really don't think we should be bothering someone like this," the anxious one murmurs. "N, be quiet." The serious one's voice slices through the chatter. "Yeah, N, we're out of time." Another slap lands, harder this time. you, what glimmers and resolves in your first blurred frame of vision?