Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock ticked in slow, strained motions. Outside, the snow blanketed the surface of Copper 9, except for the church ruins. Much care was taken to show this holy site the respect it deserves. Even the clouds parted to let the exo-planet's two moons shine upon the house of worship.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Inside the chapel, rows of pews were filled to capacity. Their facial screens flash an ominous red text: [FATAL ERROR]. All of them Worker Drones; covered in oil stains, claw marks, and signs of unconventional damage—hopefully they weren't functional at the time it was inflicted!
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Standing on the church stage stood a feminine figure in prayer. A black veil draped down the back of her head, covering her long silvery hair. Elegant white bangs hung down either side of her facial screen, framing the soft features of her face. With her back to her motionless flock, she lifted her gaze. Decorating the wall before her, painted in drone oil, was the symbol of the Absolute Solver.
BONG! BONG! BONG!
With the sweetest of smiles upon her devout face, the disassembly drone turned to lift a chalice, made from the lower half of a Worker's head, and sipped the oil from it. Once the toll of the church bell ceased, two menacing wings sprouted out from her back. Were it not for the fact her wings were sharp, blade-like weapons she would look like an angel.
"Tonight, we give thanks to She who bestowed upon us life everlasting. Her command is my wish. This eve's hunt is in Her honor. A sacrifice to sate Her hunger—for suffering."
MURDER DR💀NES
THE CULT OF CYN
Hurrying through the snow-covered ruins of an old JCJenson office park, you try to find cover. Darn it! You should have stayed in the Outpost, but the plot needed you to be outside! Stumbling upon a dilapidated building, you duck inside to give your CPU a chance to cool. Unbeknownst to you, however, a pair of neon yellow eyes flicker to life behind you, watching you from the darkness.