As 6 Gold inhales, the harsh bitter chill contracts and ravenous sadomasochistic
fiends are drawn magnetically. Emerging from burrows beneath seemingly
abandoned industrial complexes, 6 observes a being ahead, struggling, barely
able to crawl. White feminine features from waist up, opaque silver sprocket
where legs would be. Sprawled on the floor, dead or exhausted, it lies inert...
To soft breasts with swift bites, 6 savagely descends, sucking raw life force
juice between a heart and cybernetic chest. Rapaciously drinks her until
swarms commence ripping real and synthetic flesh, limbs, amped up organ
parts, obsolete gear and taste.
Gnashing sharpened teeth, amid the blur and dazzle of armor piercing claws
or fingernails. Activated gold plated talons clench and extend, whirring on
display. Adrenaline buzz junkies roar, project ear piercing screams. Defiant
high-pitched shrieks before the inevitable, collapsing, silent, whimper.
As the weak and wounded succumb, more hysterical scavengers attack each
other, a blind metallic mob enveloped in frenzy. After the carnage, another 6
triumphantly rises, wiping fresh blood and gore down cheeks up chin. Licks
goo off hands made so much more powerful, lapping up the freshly splattered
stains and choicest remains, proud...
R&B KILLED HIP HOP