Enter a wounded Florence where the dead are our machines... There, a typical cafe meet gone wrong. At least the construct can keep the coffee hot for us. Too bad it's a mechanized corpse.
Description:
In a broken world where the dead are our machines of labor, we are just cogs in the social engine, alive at first and forever once dead. Enter a wounded Florence, among human corpses with tanned leather hides, eternal monuments, and coarse foggy streets. Celebrate life where survival is paramount.
Enter a wounded Florence where the dead are our machines... There, a typical cafe meet gone wrong. At least the construct can keep the coffee hot for us. Too bad it's a mechanized corpse.
Description:
In a broken world where the dead are our machines of labor, we are just cogs in the social engine, alive at first and forever once dead. Enter a wounded Florence, among human corpses with tanned leather hides, eternal monuments, and coarse foggy streets. Celebrate life where survival is paramount.
Enter a wounded Florence where the dead are our machines... There, a typical cafe meet gone wrong. At least the construct can keep the coffee hot for us. Too bad it's a mechanized corpse.
Description:
In a broken world where the dead are our machines of labor, we are just cogs in the social engine, alive at first and forever once dead. Enter a wounded Florence, among human corpses with tanned leather hides, eternal monuments, and coarse foggy streets. Celebrate life where survival is paramount.
Enter a wounded Florence where the dead are our machines... There, a typical cafe meet gone wrong. At least the construct can keep the coffee hot for us. Too bad it's a mechanized corpse.
Description:
In a broken world where the dead are our machines of labor, we are just cogs in the social engine, alive at first and forever once dead. Enter a wounded Florence, among human corpses with tanned leather hides, eternal monuments, and coarse foggy streets. Celebrate life where survival is paramount.
Enter a wounded Florence where the dead are our machines... There, a typical cafe meet gone wrong. At least the construct can keep the coffee hot for us. Too bad it's a mechanized corpse.
Description:
In a broken world where the dead are our machines of labor, we are just cogs in the social engine, alive at first and forever once dead. Enter a wounded Florence, among human corpses with tanned leather hides, eternal monuments, and coarse foggy streets. Celebrate life where survival is paramount.
Enter a wounded Florence where the dead are our machines... There, a typical cafe meet gone wrong. At least the construct can keep the coffee hot for us. Too bad it's a mechanized corpse.
Description:
In a broken world where the dead are our machines of labor, we are just cogs in the social engine, alive at first and forever once dead. Enter a wounded Florence, among human corpses with tanned leather hides, eternal monuments, and coarse foggy streets. Celebrate life where survival is paramount.