Broken hunger
"I will do it" You affirm while flying through the immense room towards the secret pathway.
You touch the surface of the distortion collapses oddly over the hard pavement. A cramped dark path, where your mecha barely fits, has appeared. You decide to keep going using your infrared vision and take your first tumbled steps into the unknown.
You press the throttle heavily, in a hurry as you can faintly hear that the fight has already begun.
You didn't see it coming.
Cries and squawks are the noise made by millions of crows swarming you In a black floating feather cloud ... You just feel so sleepy ... It is now when you noticed that there is a gas in your cockpit and a strange crow looking at your eyes as you suffocate on the gas...
A simple Squeak as if where a word coming from the raven.
Fitting you mumble, between vomits, to Poe:
Is there—is their balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet! ” said I, “thing of evil!
You touch the surface of the distortion collapses oddly over the hard pavement. A cramped dark path, where your mecha barely fits, has appeared. You decide to keep going using your infrared vision and take your first tumbled steps into the unknown.
You press the throttle heavily, in a hurry as you can faintly hear that the fight has already begun.
You didn't see it coming.
Cries and squawks are the noise made by millions of crows swarming you In a black floating feather cloud ... You just feel so sleepy ... It is now when you noticed that there is a gas in your cockpit and a strange crow looking at your eyes as you suffocate on the gas...
A simple Squeak as if where a word coming from the raven.
Fitting you mumble, between vomits, to Poe:
Is there—is their balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” “Prophet! ” said I, “thing of evil!
