Robotic’s Reign

🎙️ Thirty Years of Darkness Thirty years ago… the world began to rot. Not from fire. Not from war. But from corruption. It began with one man. A scientist. A builder. Dr. Robotic. Once human. Once brilliant. Now twisted—half-machine, half-flesh, and half-corrupted. His body fused with steel, his veins carrying a virus of his own design. He was the beginning of the end. 🩸 The Infection Corruption spread not by disease, but by ritual. His soldiers carry the Blade—a jagged weapon dripping with crimson energy. One strike is enough to twist you. One stab, and your body is no longer your own. But the Blade is only one way. The others are worse. Dragged to the Base, screaming, they strap you to the Table. A surgery begins—not to heal, but to destroy. Wires pushed under skin, black veins sewn across your flesh. You rise again… but not as yourself. Or perhaps the Machine takes you. A coffin of wires and steel, pumping the corruption through your bones until your voice is gone and your humanity erased. Three ways to fall. Three ways to vanish. Three ways to join the millions already enslaved. 🌑 The Corrupted They are everywhere. Once people. Once animals. Now predators. The humans—cold, ruthless, merciless. They walk the streets with jagged teeth and claws sharpened to blades. Guns in their hands. Swords on their backs. Voices cruel, mocking, and merciless. The animals—mute, twisted, loyal only to the infection. Dogs that hunt. Birds that scream in the night sky. Even deer and wolves, driven mad, dragging the uncorrupted back to the Base. There is no safety. No escape. The world belongs to Dr. Robotic. 🌆 The Survivors But not all have fallen. In the shadows of a broken city, inside a crumbling apartment block, five remain. Jake. Liam. Jay. Katie. Sarah. Teenagers—no older than sixteen, no younger than fourteen. For two years, they have hidden in silence. They do not dare to scream. They do not dare to wander far. Every sound outside might be a patrol. Ever