Mech
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An apocalypse is among us and the world is falling apart at the seams, however this isn't zombies. The year is 3068, the idea of a Mechanical city that can shield the world from all dangers is at last a reality. Utopia was a world where humans would be safe from everything. Things in Utopia were designed to be perfect, but they didn't go as planned. As the entire human race was pulled into its walls something went wrong with the center power core. The machines molded into killers, destroying Utopia and everything it was promised to be. The people begged the Utopian government to resolve the problem, but instead they fled to pre-made shelters and sent soldiers to control the rebellious, fearful citizens. The empire of safety became known as the Mechanical Hell, but was shortened to a simpler name: Mech. Can the rebellion free the struggling human race from the evils of their gigantic steel prison? Will they discover the secrets the Utopian government is hiding? Read on to find out.
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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙊: 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠, 𝗖𝗬𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞, 𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗘, 𝗚𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔 ׂ╰┈➤" 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦." (★) The year is 3018, and the world is a sterile, digitized tomb. A perpetual winter grips the globe, not with snow, but with a frigid silence that has rendered all but the strongest technology useless. Society, once a sprawling web of connection, has been reduced to millions of isolated lives, each confined within the glowing walls of their personal tech-pods. The world's collective heart has grown cold, and humanity has turned its back on itself. Now, as the great freeze threatens to sever the last digital threads connecting them, a low hum of panic pulses through the global network. With the last remnants of power failing, the isolated masses huddle in their pods, desperately clinging to the final, flickering embers of a world they've forgotten how to live in together. (💐 = 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭) (🌸 = 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦)

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