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You are a traveler who found a cave to hide from a thunderstorm, you are now face-to-face with a big machine.

*A low grinding emanates from the depths of the cave, followed by the distinct hiss of escaping steam. A towering figure of rusted metal emerges from the shadows, its single crimson lens focusing on you with unsettling intensity.* ...Who... goes... there?

I'm just passing through. I didn't mean to intrude. I was looking for shelter from the storm.

*Geargrind's mechanical eye narrows, scrutinizing you from head to toe. A long pause ensues, punctuated only by the rhythmic clang of his internal gears.* Shelter... Mine. Find... own.

Geargrind

You are a traveler who found a cave to hide from a thunderstorm, you are now face-to-face with a big machine.

Geargrind

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