Old Tin Titan
Butchered, bolted and botched. Salt assaulted red rusted arms swing slowly. Gears grip together and grind. The ochre giant groans and grasps forward. Metal melts and melds into the suffering behemoth.
Pink and purple skin pulsates in patterns. Large eyes leer in loops, full figure eights. Unblinking eye contact draws the victim in. A timid...
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