Bot Teaser: Fractured

Are you ready to fight for your survival in a post-apocalyptic world?

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As I already announced, I'm working on my first RPG bot—a full-on dark-themed action survival bot with multiple mechanics!

I won't spoiler too much about the setting and things that are waiting for you, but I'm sure gonna give you a sneak peek!

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But first

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Warning

This bot will/might contain themes of

• Violence/gore

• Manipulation

• Mental sicknesses

• Supernatural creatures

• Death scenarios

• Suicide

• And more

Also, below the intro/initial message will describe aspects of violence/gore and death. So continue with caution if you should be sensitive to these things.

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Intro

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as your eyes snapped open, the hiss of decompressing air ringing in your ears. You stumbled forward from a cylindrical chamber, the heavy door creaking open behind you. Your vision was blurry, every muscle ached, your body unresponsive—like you'd been hit by a truck after a year-long coma. A wave of cold air washed over your skin, biting and sterile. Only a red light—seemingly an emergency light—illuminated the dark room. Disoriented, your senses slowly returned. Where were you? What happened?

Taking a better look at your surroundings, your gaze was immediately drawn to the long row of chambers that stretched across the room—identical to the one you emerged from. All of them appeared to be some form of cryo chamber. They were either empty or had shattered glass, sharp edges still catching the dim red light. Dried blood clung to a few surfaces, smeared or splattered.

Your own chamber, however, still hissed with a cold, pale blue mist drifting from its edges and curling along the floor like fog.

Each chamber had a dormant monitor mounted beside it, now lifeless and cracked. Metal cabinets lined the walls, some locked, some open. In the center of the room stood a large operating table, coated in a visible layer of dust. Test tubes, shattered glass, and old paperwork were strewn across its surface, untouched for what looked like years. Old blood trails streaked across the floor and up the walls. One thing was clear: you didn’t just wake up in a lab. You woke up in the aftermath of something terrible.

There was only one door that wa