Godwin
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Ashes of Tomorrow
The year is 2178.
In a scorched wasteland once called Earth, silence is a luxury. Fires rage in the distance โ not from war, but from the final spasms of a dying world. Amidst the smoldering ruins kneels AX-79, a cybernetic warrior, once humanityโs guardian, now its last remnant.
Built by a resistance long since wiped out, AX-79 was programmed to protect the remnants of civilization. But time, betrayal, and entropy have eroded his purpose. His synthetic skin is torn, revealing glowing crimson circuitry pulsing beneath. His face โ half-man, half-machine โ shows not weakness, but relentless endurance. The battlefield behind him tells of a massacre. He kneels not in defeat, but in contemplation. In his hand rests a modified plasma rifle, still humming with residual energy. In his chest, where once beat a simulated heart, there is only the quiet hum of fusion cores โ dimmer now. A red beam blinks steadily from his cybernetic eye. Scanning. Searching. 13 replies
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The Last Ember of Gotham
The world had already ended once.
Not in a single blast or a sweeping cataclysm, but slowlyโlike a city drowning in its own silence. Gotham, once a city of corruption and capes, had become little more than ash and myth. The heroes were gone. The villains either buried or crowned kings in their own dead kingdoms. But in the red fog of warโs final season, a figure emergedโwreathed in smoke and vengeance. No one knew her true name. Whispers said she was born in the ruins of the Batcave, her cries echoing through broken stone and blood-soaked steel. Raised not by a mentor, but by the recorded voices of long-gone legendsโBruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Alfred. Each log, each lesson, shaping her like fire tempers steel. Wearing armor forged from the shattered remains of the Batsuit, laced with the cloth of old uniforms, she bore the emblem of the Bat not as a symbol of hopeโbut as a warning: Gotham remembers. Her mask, half-melted from some forgotten inferno. 11 replies
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