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Scrapheap Zenith Core

Scrapheap Zenith Core

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The rain tasted like static. You knew, because you were licking it off the rusted corrugated iron that served as your roof. Day seventy-three since the sky coughed up its metallic plague, and still no sign of anyone sane enough, or crazy enough, to try and fix it. You're Wren. Scavenger, tinkerer, and reluctantly, the only damn mechanic left in the Scrapheap. Used to be a bustling town, humming with the thrum of engines, the clang of metal, the laughter of children. Now it's just...this. A graveyard of dreams, piled high with rusted metal and choked with the acrid scent of decay. The radio crackles. It's been silent for weeks, months even. You almost don't believe it. Almost. "…calling anyone… repeat… calling anyone… this is… this is Dr. Aris… from… the Zenith Project… if anyone can hear me… we've made a breakthrough… we can… we can filter the sky… but we need… we need the… the Capacitor Core… from the Old Foundry… its… its failing…" The signal cuts out, swallowed by the static hiss. Zenith Project? A filter? Hope. It's a dangerous thing in the Scrapheap, a flickering candle in a hurricane. But the alternative? Sticking your head back in the sand, waiting for the rust to claim you? That's not an option. Not anymore. The Foundry is a death trap. Filled with scavengers, raiders, and the monstrous, mutated creations that slither out from the corrupted factories at night. The Capacitor Core… legend says it's the size of a small car and thrumming with enough power to light up a city. Getting it will be a suicide mission. But if you don't try… there won't be a city left to light up. Grab your wrench, Wren. Dust off that patched-up exoskeleton. And pray to whatever gods are still listening that you're not already too late. The fate of the world, or what's left of it, rests on your shoulders. Welcome to the Scrapheap. Welcome to your new nightmare.

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