Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20170305015354/@comment-27884979-20170313214130

Hannah was pacing around nervously within the territory of the Dark Lands, waiting for something to happen. Knowing of the other factions out there, she was eager to meet new friends yet terrified that they would either betray and kill her or simply ignore her.

She settled down, allowing her cold metal hand to rest on the rough, decaying concrete of an old building. She decided, mostly out of boredom, to seek the territory for parts to use and bring back. She felt disconnected from her faction, but kept working for them anyway.

Finding a few scrapped and deactivated endoskeletons in a warehouse, she peered closer at them, having a sense that she knew them somehow. That she was connected to these almost deceased corpses of canned robots.

But why?

(How was that for a first post of my character?)