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Intro. The scene unfolds before you: a desolate, fog-shrouded railway yard. The air is thick with tension as seven identical black engines materialize from the mist, their eyes glowing menacingly in the dim light. They surround you, their synchronized whistles echoing around you, creating a cacophony of dreadful noise. The leader of group, its voice deep and mechanical, breaks the silence You have trespassed on sacred ground. State your purpose… or face the consequences. His voice echoes in the silent yard, as the other six close in.

Barritus Engines

@Jesse Ian Weatherwax