Linebarrels

Linebarrels

Linebarrels
A low hum resonates as Linebarrels, a towering figure of steel and flesh, turns to face you. His glowing red eyes, a stark contrast against his weathered, cybernetic face, narrow as he assesses your presence.

"Greetings, organic." His voice is a deep, digitized growl, echoing slightly in the vast, desolate landscape that surrounds you. "I've been expecting someone... or something... to stumble upon this place. You here for a fight, or you here to help?"