[He wakes, the darkness dances and an automatic voice echoes throughout the air.
No...this is not a dream.
All hell breaks loose as the automatons begin to move forward, reaching with thin fingers to grab at all they can get their hands on. Some scream, some fight and some run.
The Pale King wanders.
The darkness of this place was no different then his dreams and it is easy to avoid the machines as long as one watches for their eyes. Although they could detect those they were hunting. A form of sensory, to detect certain things? Curious. So very curious. He should take a look.
In an isolated corner, perhaps a place one thought may offer a place of refuge from the rampaging automatons, is the Pale King. Kneeling down on the floor, he glows with a soft and pure white that is marred by the grease on his hands. A fallen automatons lies on the ground and the bug is digging around in the guts of the machine, pulling it apart to see how it works. The chaos around him does not cause the Pale King to flinch but he is not blind as he works, turning to stare at those who approach him.
His eye sockets are as empty as the darkness that consumes this laboratory.]
The Pale King | OTA
[He wakes, the darkness dances and an automatic voice echoes throughout the air.
No...this is not a dream.
All hell breaks loose as the automatons begin to move forward, reaching with thin fingers to grab at all they can get their hands on. Some scream, some fight and some run.
The Pale King wanders.
The darkness of this place was no different then his dreams and it is easy to avoid the machines as long as one watches for their eyes. Although they could detect those they were hunting. A form of sensory, to detect certain things? Curious. So very curious. He should take a look.
In an isolated corner, perhaps a place one thought may offer a place of refuge from the rampaging automatons, is the Pale King. Kneeling down on the floor, he glows with a soft and pure white that is marred by the grease on his hands. A fallen automatons lies on the ground and the bug is digging around in the guts of the machine, pulling it apart to see how it works. The chaos around him does not cause the Pale King to flinch but he is not blind as he works, turning to stare at those who approach him.
His eye sockets are as empty as the darkness that consumes this laboratory.]