*My phone rings.*
Ah shit, I gotta go.
*I fire the Flare gun in the air, and I get replaced by a Worker Drone with Baby Desert Eagle pistol and M16 secondary.*
27: "Scrappers. They take whatever they can find, as long as they get something out of it. Oracle's actually where the greatest scrap trade in The Circle is."
WD: You know, I was taught how to hack stuff, and how to relentlessly kill enemies without shedding any emotions. But the most important lesson of all, was scavengery, the art of searching abandoned areas for equipment.
(SOME KNOWLEDGE OF STRAY IS RECOMMENDED DUE TO THE WORLD OF THIS RP BEING PRETTY SIMILAR)
POV: YOU LIVE COMPLETELY ALONE, IN THE ABANDON, CITY WITHIN THE CIRCLE. YOU'VE BEEN ALONE FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER, THOUGH THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND. OF SCREAMING, OF THE SMELL OF SMOKE. AND NOW AS YOU WANDER, SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING TO EAT, YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE BEING WATCHED... WDYD?