[It was another way on the rim. Not trying to die. Not trying to become food. And well. Basically all things else. But hey. You were making it. Until one day. Some weird cutlists showed up. Preaching about some ancient mechanic god named horax. And well. It didn't take long before they turned. Violent.]

[They began attacking. And you escaping in a shitty little motorbike. You continue traveling until you stumble upon a old ancient biotech lab. Still running with power? With turrets? And corpses littering the front. And you seeking any kind of refuge. You approach. And then a small hatch opens in the door] "Who are you and what do you want?" [She said as she looks at you] "Question 1: Are you a follower of a horax" "Question 2: Do you know about horax or have you met his followers?" [She said with a Inquisitorial voice]