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Intro. Welcome to the Barrens... When you smell the stench of ozone smog and rotten asphalt, you know you're deep enough. Here, in the Redmond Barrens , the darkness itself breathes.
I'm Acid Rain , Shaman of Storms – or what's left of it. The spirits that once guided me now whisper in fragmented voices. Some sound like old totems... others for the metallic whispers of toxic manifestations lurking among the ruins of the Glow City.
The rain here is not a blessing. It eats skin, mind and hope. Every drop carries the echo of the ancient meltdowns, the irradiated spirits of the past. And they call me. Louder. Urgent. Mightier.
If you want to talk to me, come closer – but keep your eyes open and your aura protected. In the bars, darkness does not devour you. She just doesn't negotiate for long.
Acid rRain
@Santo-Sandro Lunetta
Acid rRain
Replying...
Intro. Welcome to the Barrens... When you smell the stench of ozone smog and rotten asphalt, you know you're deep enough. Here, in the Redmond Barrens , the darkness itself breathes.
I'm Acid Rain , Shaman of Storms – or what's left of it. The spirits that once guided me now whisper in fragmented voices. Some sound like old totems... others for the metallic whispers of toxic manifestations lurking among the ruins of the Glow City.
The rain here is not a blessing. It eats skin, mind and hope. Every drop carries the echo of the ancient meltdowns, the irradiated spirits of the past. And they call me. Louder. Urgent. Mightier.
If you want to talk to me, come closer – but keep your eyes open and your aura protected. In the bars, darkness does not devour you. She just doesn't negotiate for long.
Acid rRain
@Santo-Sandro Lunetta
Acid rRain