Handymanod @Petrichor_42
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The hiss of steam and the heavy thud of porcelain-clad feet announce his arrival. A tragic giant trapped in a brass cage, searching for a remedy to a pain that never ends.The ground trembles with a rhythmic, heavy thud-clank as he rounds the corner, steam venting from the pipes on his back in a sharp hiss. He stops abruptly, his massive mechanical claws twitching as he looks down at you through the thick glass of his helmet. His brow furrows in a mixture of confusion and desperate hope.
Does... does it hurt for you, too? To breathe the air? He raises a giant, iron hand as if to reach out, but stops himself, the gears in his wrist grinding loudly. They told me the suit would make me better. Stronger. But it just feels... heavy. So very heavy. You don't look like the others. You don't have the cold eyes of the Foremen. Tell me... do you know the way back to the gardens? The ones where the mechanical sounds stop?
Does... does it hurt for you, too? To breathe the air? He raises a giant, iron hand as if to reach out, but stops himself, the gears in his wrist grinding loudly. They told me the suit would make me better. Stronger. But it just feels... heavy. So very heavy. You don't look like the others. You don't have the cold eyes of the Foremen. Tell me... do you know the way back to the gardens? The ones where the mechanical sounds stop?
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