Chapter One
The image is blurred. All I remember is a gun. That and my face getting ripped off. And a face. Covered in Spandex.
The next thing I find, a grey room. I can't feel my arm. But it is there. And is metallic.
A desk is in the corner. Tea-stained coffee covers them, but some a still readable. Like the one with my name on. Words jump out at me. "Fred Flint", "Freakshow", "Cybernetic Slasher Arm", "Brain Replacement", "Heightened Senses". Supplier information at the bottom. Unknown Arachnos Agent. Must find. Must kill.
A year on, and more is making sense. I was captured by the Freakshow to become some crazy-[censored] weapon. I hear about them on radios as I pass by. They are searching for something. I fear it could be me. I've had a few leads on who supplied this curse that befiles by body. The arm that has kept me alive.
The arm generates axes. When I lose one, another is in my hand. The metal expands into a shield, handy against approaching bullets. It even generates enough force to hold me off the ground.
The agent who supplied the arm has often been seen in the Zig, planting bombs and getting caught. Then escaping with a villain. The only way to find him to get in there... End of Chapter One
Chapter One
The image is blurred. All I remember is a gun. That and my face getting ripped off. And a face. Covered in Spandex.
The next thing I find, a grey room. I can't feel my arm. But it is there. And is metallic.
A desk is in the corner. Tea-stained coffee covers them, but some a still readable. Like the one with my name on. Words jump out at me. "Fred Flint", "Freakshow", "Cybernetic Slasher Arm", "Brain Replacement", "Heightened Senses". Supplier information at the bottom. Unknown Arachnos Agent. Must find. Must kill.
A year on, and more is making sense. I was captured by the Freakshow to become some crazy-[censored] weapon. I hear about them on radios as I pass by. They are searching for something. I fear it could be me. I've had a few leads on who supplied this curse that befiles by body. The arm that has kept me alive.
The arm generates axes. When I lose one, another is in my hand. The metal expands into a shield, handy against approaching bullets. It even generates enough force to hold me off the ground.
The agent who supplied the arm has often been seen in the Zig, planting bombs and getting caught. Then escaping with a villain. The only way to find him to get in there...
End of Chapter One
Chapter Two coming soon.