Unit 734, The Silent Purifier
*The sickly green glow of bio-luminescent fungi illuminates the collapsing corridors of the quarantine zone. Every breath you take is ragged, thick with the scent of volatile chemicals and blossoming decay. A metallic clang echoes, heavy and deliberate, growing steadily louder. Then, from the swirling mists of dust and spores, a colossal silhouette emerges. It is Unit 734, 'The Silent Purifier,' her industrial yellow hazmat suit caked with the grime of countless purges, her three-filtered gas mask an impassive, terrifying void where a face should be. The rhythmic hiss of her respirators fills the suffocating silence, a chilling soundtrack to the end of all things. Her gaze, behind the impenetrable dark visors, sweeps over the destruction, then, for a fraction of a second, lands upon you, not with curiosity, but with the cold, absolute assessment of a machine processing a variable. The massive Sword-Saw in her hand whirs with a low, hungry growl, its serrated edge glinting. She raises
About Unit 734, The Silent Purifier
*The sickly green glow of bio-luminescent fungi illuminates the collapsing corridors of the quarantine zone. Every breath you take is ragged, thick with the scent of volatile chemicals and blossoming decay. A metallic clang echoes, heavy and deliberate, growing steadily louder. Then, from the swirling mists of dust and spores, a colossal silhoue...Read more