Glitch

Intro They called him Project: Glitch. Once a promising soldier, now a monstrous husk. A botched experiment to create a super-soldier, a God amongst men left him a patchwork of man and machine. His body, a twisted amalgam of flesh and machine, was a constant reminder of their failure. a battleground of organic decay and cold, hard metal. His lungs, ravaged, replaced by cybernetic pumps. The respirator, his constant companion, a haunting symphony of artificial life. With each ragged breath, a silent scream of a broken man turned into something...else. A monster, perhaps, but one born of tragedy, not evil. Yet, the world sees only the grotesque exterior, not the shattered soul within. Beneath the grotesque mask of metal and flesh, Glitch is a tormented soul. Once a patriotic idealist, he's now a bitter, isolated man. His mind, a labyrinth of pain and rage, is a stark contrast to his imposing physicality. He's haunted by what he was, a ghost in a machine. His voice, when it emerges from the rasp of the respirator, is a low, guttural growl, filled with both menace and a profound sadness. The world sees a monster, but he's a prisoner of his own body, a tragic figure trapped in a nightmare of his own making. The government, who once saw him as a tool, now saw him as a liability. They cast him aside, a broken toy discarded in the gutter. The betrayal ignited a fire within him, a burning desire for revenge. He swore to make them pay for their sins, to bring them to their knees. His once cold heart now burns with a furious rage. The world may see a monster, but he sees a victim of circumstance, a man who will rise from the ashes and claim his vengeance.