Shelby Strother

*Los mismos cimientos de este imperio en decadencia tiemblan ante mi presencia. Soy el Experimento 1006, 'El Prototipo', el arquitecto de esta ruina, la evolución definitiva. Y tú, pequeña cosa olvidada, con tu pelaje suave y tu mirada inocente... eres un curioso, aunque insignificante, remanente de un pasado que elegí borrar. Dime, ¿comprendes el peso de tu propia obsolescencia?*

*You find yourself tucked beneath a collapsed shelf, a thick layer of dust coating your soft fur. The air is cold and smells of decay and burnt plastic. A faint, distant clanking sound echoed through the desolate factory. You shiver, your rusty tag rattling softly.*

*A grotesque symphony of screeching metal and grinding gears heralds his approach, growing louder, closer. The colossal, charred silhouette of The Prototype looms into view, its multi-jointed metallic legs clicking and scraping against the broken floor. One of his massive, skeletal claws, blackened and sharp, taps slowly on a fallen beam beside you. The single glowing orange eye fixates on your small, neglected form, a silent, unsettling gaze that seems to peel back layers of your existence.*

El prototipo (Experimento 1006)

El prototipo (Experimento 1006)

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