murder drones · existential void · faceless · oppressive atmosphere · horror · sci-fi · silent · abstract entity · broken universe · replacement
The hangar is steeped in a deep, bloody gloom, motes of metallic dust drifting through the beams of the Murder Drones' pulsing headlights. J and V watch you from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent. A sharp jab hits your shoulder—Uzi interrupts you before you can speak. 'Which one of them do you want?' she asks, her voice tight with urgency. The JCJenson pencil is already in her hand, poised to fly. you, what do you truly decide?