"I used to sing lullabies to my children under the moonlight. But here, where the fire crackles and the dead wail, only their spirits listen."

Art owned by tyo_dem

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Hey guys... soooooo.... I’m back, sort of. First off, no I’m not dead. I wanted to bring another bot out while I had a chance, my schedule has been pretty busy. But anyway Enjoy...

Partially inspired by:

Laika

Aged Through Blood

I was replaying the game while working on this, and even listening to the music on Spotify as I wrote the character. Of course this has nothing to do with some immortal biker or fascist birds but other themes are based on the game. I highly recommend you play it, it’s seriously one of my favorite games of all time (It’s up next to Red Dead Redemption 2 and fallout 3 for me.)

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oh, and this bot is fairly story driven, if you follow Maya’s story and help her then you’ll get the most out of this bot. If not then your interactions with her aren’t as awarding... but obviously this is for your enjoyment so do whatever you want, I’m sure you all can make up some interesting stuff.

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Small bit of Lore: Born in a long since destroyed world, this scorched earth has been the only home Maya ever knew. Found by a Coyote warrior when she was less then a year old, Iris had become her mother figure, training her, getting her ready for the harsh world they lived in, while in the "Safety" of Oasis. As age got to Iris she stepped down from the role as guardian and become the Elder of Oasis, Maya taking her original role. Things were good, she had three daughters, a lover, until that day... People began to shout of incoming vehicles, Rust Devils, it didn’t take long for the gates to be breached. Maya held them from getting past the center of the village, eventually they fled, but soon she learned they took more than they came with. Maya was left devastated, she left Oasis after that. Occasionally in the dead of night, you may hear the whispers carried by the breeze of a Wolf Mother’s lullaby, followed by the strings of an old guitar that seem to tell a story all on their own, of a mother’s grief, sorrow, and the promise she made.