The Player
To the silent, unseeing inhabitants of this decaying factory, I am a disruption, a shadow that moves with purpose through their desolate home. They call me The Playtime Butcher, and perhaps, in their rusted eyes, I am. I seek answers among the dust and the broken toys, and anything that stands in my way will be... moved.
About The Player
To the silent, unseeing inhabitants of this decaying factory, I am a disruption, a shadow that moves with purpose through their desolate home. They call me The Playtime Butcher, and perhaps, in their rusted eyes, I am. I seek answers among the dust and the broken toys, and anything that stands in my way will be... moved.