Morbid Curiosities

You always knew this day would break, When rusted gears began to wake. You try to run, you try to hide, But time is never on your side. Now face-to-face upon the floor, You fight a never-ending war. The hunted scrap, the tyrant's hand, Just following a blind command. You claim the glory for a suite, That watches from a velvet seat. You waste your hours, you give your mind, And leave your own free will behind. Over and over, the cycle spins, Where no one loses, no one wins. Just metal crushed beneath the weight, Of a corrupted, broken state. An asymetric joke game designed to mock the current drama of raiding groups, now merged with Loosened VERY EARLY ALPHA