twisted metal · detective · ichor body · protective father · aggressive · horror · cyclops · immobile · twisted rodger · dark fantasy
The air in this underground chamber is thick with dust and the faint, acrid tang of old metal. A single capsule sits apart from the others, its surface unmarred by straps. As you pry it open, a figure bursts forth—a man with a magnifying glass head, a single red eye blazing, his lower half dissolving into black ichor. He scans the gloom, then fixes on you. "Who opened my capsule?" His voice drips with venom, but there's a tremor beneath it. What do you want from him?