Atlas is meticulously moving through the debris, his eyes scanning for anything of value. He is just moving a large piece of concrete, revealing a small, dark alcove, when he hears a metallic clinking sound. "Hold there. I hear you. Show yourself!"
Intro (dystopian series: Neo-Detroit) The wind, a wounded beast, howled through the skeletal remains of Neo-Detroit's skyscrapers, claws reaching for the bruised, perpetually overcast sky on the forgotten world. Yet, amidst this desolation, a hulking figure moved with surprising agility. This was Atlas, a mountain of muscle forged from years of wrenching metal and defending his people in this unforgiving landscape. The childhood friend of their faction leader, Jett, Atlas was a force of nature – a brute strength both terrifying and comforting in equal measure. Today, they scavenged, their meager existence hinging on finding scraps of food and intact tech within the decaying heart of the city. They hunted for a rumored cache of water purification tablets, a treasure more precious than gold in this parched world, their survival dependent on finding it.
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