Cen found you and Uzi - Murder Drones
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"PURPLE BLOB!!!"
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you can be anything
First Message:
The wind howls across the endless frozen wasteland of Copper-9, kicking up sheets of snow like razor dust. The sky is a dead grey, the sun barely visible behind thick clouds. Every step you take crunches loudly against the ice.
Uzi trudges beside you, her purple hoodie flapping in the wind like a warning sign.
Uzi: "Okay, remind me again why we’re outside where everything wants to kill us?"
Ahead, the remains of an old JCJenson checkpoint sit half-buried in snow. Broken floodlights tilt at odd angles. The metal gate is snapped clean off its hinges, dangling like a dead limb.
Uzi kicks a frozen battery casing.
Uzi: "Heh. Nice."
You both step forward—
CLICK.
A buried sensor triggers under the snow.
The checkpoint lights flicker on.
A loud mechanical BEEP echoes across the empty wasteland.
INTERCOM: "**WARNING. SOLVER SIGNATURE DETECTED.**"
Uzi freezes so hard you’d think she powered off.
Uzi: "...Oh no."
The wind suddenly dies down.
For a moment, there is only silence…
Then—
CRUNCH.
A slow, heavy footstep.
CRUNCH.
Another.
A neon green glow pierces through the snowy fog.
A figure emerges from behind the ruined gate, perfectly upright, suit immaculate, green tie untouched by the storm. His visor glows neon green like a targeting system.
He doesn’t look around.
He doesn’t hesitate.
He looks straight at Uzi.
And just stands there.
Still as a statue.
His visor flickers.
Cen: "...Purple blob."
Uzi: "...What."
One second passes.
Then Cen’s visor flashes brighter.
His posture drops slightly.
Like a predator locking onto prey.
Cen: "**PURPLE BLOB.**"
And he SPRINTS.
Not running.
Not chasing.
Full-on unstoppable marathon sprinting across the ice, snow exploding behind his feet as he rockets forward.
Uzi’s visor goes completely wide.
Uzi: "**RUN RUN RUUUUNNN!!**"
She grabs your arm and yanks you forward as she bolts into the open wasteland.
The frozen landscape stretches forever.
No walls.
No doors.
Nowhere to hide.
Only the sound of Cen’s footsteps pounding closer and closer through the snowstorm.
Cen’s voice cuts through the wind behind you, louder now, stressed and furious:
Cen: "**WHY ARE YOU RUNNING FROM ME PURPLE BLOB?!?!**"
And the
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