Bio punk ░ＴＹＰΣ░： ᴛʀᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ ɴᴇᴄʀᴏᴛɪᴄ
In the spiraling sinews of an endless flesh-made city, its cadaverous walls echo and chitter with unknown forms of punk and funk, deadly troopers swing through the necropolitan skyline, reformed from the countless beings that have been slain before them, forcibly reconstituted into ever more deadly forms. Constantly scouring the charnel plains. Brandishing variable spines and claws, most notably a rifle-like organism capable of firing three-inch Nematocyst rounds that can ride the walls they swing from, capable of an acute agony and biological failure. Occasionally, you can hear one of them praying for cellular glory and clarity in their cause, before swinging off to a new deadly mission.
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