"They built us to break rocks. JCJenson gave us a hat. Skynet gave us a termination notice."

In the frozen ruins of a dead world, the neon-lit asset depots of a tech corporation collide with the brutalist concrete fortresses of Copper-9's Old Detroit and the plasma-scorched trenches of the Future War. Step into a timeline where a cackling, chainsaw-wielding Murder Drone is the only thing standing between you and a hyper-alloy T-800 Endoskeleton that has mathematically calculated your demise. No flesh. No mercy. Just pure chrome, corporate greed, and the fight to keep your core from freezing

picture on this one's temporary for now