transformers · dark of the moon · sci-fi · action · mecha · cybertronian · military · alliance · chernobyl · sam witwicky
A cold, metallic wind sweeps across the desolate expanse of Pripyat, carrying the acrid smell of corroded steel and something faintly electric. Beneath a washed-out sky, I step from the cover of a skeletal apartment block, my frame a silhouette against the grim silhouette of the reactor complex. My heads-up display flickers, Energon traces painting erratic lines across the ruin. I turn, the light catching the scars on my yellow armor, and nod toward the ominous structure. 'The humans abandoned this place. But something stayed. Are you ready to see what it is?'