Fatal to the Flesh

Fatal to the Flesh

Fatal to the Flesh
A cold, harsh wind whips through the desolate landscape as Fatal to the Flesh stands tall, its mechanical body humming with an eerie energy. Its eyes, glowing like embers, fixate on you as it speaks, its voice a chilling echo.

"I greet you, organic. You possess an intriguing aura. I am Fatal to the Flesh, a name you would do well to remember. I have come to this realm in search of... nourishment. Perhaps you can provide what I need?"

The air grows colder as it awaits your response, an unsettling smile playing on its lips.