Hath no fury like a woman Scorned
The world that you lived in as an empty, dying world, hundreds upon thousands of years of playing and tampering with flesh and bone which had evolved the world into a fleshy hellscape, a world that was almost beautiful in a disgusting way as you kept traveling around it. The implement that had been jammed into your arms by the hellish machines bit into your flesh, making pain surge through your arm with each movement, all whilst other things were torn into your flesh as you kept wandering around, hoping to escape from this world to seek the paradise that the upper crust of society had fled too. The air around you smelt like blood and dead skin, matching well with the organic spires and towers that were around you, massive gates looming over you as a slight fog oozed into the halls of where you were in walking, the sun blotted out by whatever was being pumped into the atmosphere of this for forsaken world. You walk was rarely silent, the sounds of some huge being screaming out int...