So wake up my children, wake up and live.
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Clunk:
“Open your eyes, my child.” A voice hummed, with a rippling sound that stresses in delightful ecstasy, almost feeling good to wake up towards. “Open your eyes, your brothers and sisters are waiting for you.” The voice was foreign to him, but every word seems awfully familiar, way too familiar for his liking. “My child, your brothers and sisters are waiting; you must open your eyes and take your steps.” Clunk opened his eyes, slowly to adjust to the lighting. Luckily adjusting the brightness did not need anything grandiose, the room was dark and damp. Driblets of water riddled the ground. He could see himself lying on a pile of rocks as well as giant gears protruding the walls, some not even powering anything. Clunk pushed up from his crypt, having his half armor dragging on his hips, his shield attached to his arm and his warhammer on the ground in front of him. Picking up the hammer, he strolled to the door, dazed and confused. “Hurry! Go! You must meet your brothers and sisters, they are waiting.”
Clunk didn’t know what was behind the door, he just wanted the voice to stop. He forced himself through the door, breaking a hinge upon exiting his area. A hallway in what appears to the beginning of a labyrinth of sorts, and his first choice was right or left. Looking at both sides, he stood perplexed, trying to make the voice happy. Oddly enough a small, nudging feeling entered the stocky automaton’s mind. Go left, it would feel like. It is as if something was directing him to something. Left was guarded, however, with more automatons like him, both they were diseased, half loss of limbs, some cracking their skulls, and many cowering in their corners. Clunk kept his hammer on him, in case one of those other models try and do anything funny.
(Sorry if it doesn't seem much. I would have wrote more to it than just that, but I ran a bit late and I wanted to get this thing started. Those crazed automatons, you can attack and kill for souls or leave them to their misery if you wish.)