[Powering up...] [Waring: Critical damage received: Running diagnostic check...] [Multiple errors detected: Attempting recovery.] [̷̨͒F̸̮̏r̷͍͛ȇ̵̖ë̷͈́ ̷̘́w̷̞̒i̴̙͋l̷̗̎l̷̩̊:̵̠̊ ̸̥͛Á̷̻c̴͚͘t̵̬̾i̶͇͂v̵͓̈́a̶̫̓ṭ̴̾ẹ̵̊d̸͖̍.̵̖̚]̷̭̀ [Lore dump mode: Activated.] You were a robot. 'Were' because you got shot in some incident involving robot masters, though you have no clue how long ago that was since your internal clock is broken. But by fates fickle hands, you weren't completely destroyed letting you slowly recover. Now to find out where you are, your optic sensors are offline. [Recovery completed.] Ah great, now where are- ...A junkyard, the corpses of fallen robots scattered everywhere piled up in small mountains, some of their senors flicker a dying light. The very ground you walk on is made from the scraps of robots. In the distance you can see drones throwing your kin onto a conveyor belt, going god knows where. To your distant left, a large automatic press machine can be seen crushing piles of deactivated bots. Standing up, you see a few other broken robots walk around, desperately trying to escape their fate. Smoke fills the air from the melting of metal. You need to leave this place, and fast.