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Metals has a minion!
Tick Tock the Clockwork Finch
Tick Tock the Clockwork Finch
Metals
Legacy Name: Metals
The
Steamwork WaradorOwner:
JupiterAge: 6 years, 11 months, 1 week
Born: May 17th, 2017
Adopted: 6 years, 11 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: May 17th, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 41
- Strength: 78
- Defense: 35
- Speed: 36
- Health: 39
- HP: 39/39
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 39
- Job: Store Clerk
helixSteam Keeps the cogs Moving
Hiss. Hiss.
Humans don’t belong here. They wouldn’t survive.
Hiss. Hiss.
There are volcanoes far and wide; they never sleep.
Lava runs through the rocks like a never-ending river.
A planet so desolate has only one purpose: to create.
Cogs move on steam that is as hot as the sun.
The scrape of metal could be heard as things moved along.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
Hammers are lifted to give strength to the blow and slammed down upon the connecting pieces.
I am not a machine.
Oil spills from its mouth. Clearly in denial.
Each part is far too rusted for repair. Broken but unwilling to surrender. It continues to move, only to repair itself between each task. It is an endless torment of struggling to hold on. Those who don’t balance end up in a pile to be melted down to use for the newest builds.
What is the purpose? Why do these creations matter? Who could possibly come and take them?
No one.
It wouldn’t be possible. Perhaps it doesn’t matter because this haunting circle just keeps going. There were only so many of them left. You see, not even machines can’t last here.
Not for long. I’ve become too hot. My arm has become angry; even the steam could not cool it.
Click. Click.
That horrible sound of metal failing to have movement only to get stuck. It was like hearing metal teeth grinding together with that ear-piercing whine. The others couldn’t possibly stop to help because new parts were always needed. The one who used to create the necessary parts perished long ago.
I am not a machine to be forgotten. It shouldn't have plagued me so much with a doomed fate from the start.
This planet is far too harsh and unforgiving to make it until the very end.
I..was...the..last..one.
Not even death can bring me mercy.