Starting random elements: Breaker and The Ruins

The ghost world shimmers before your senses, the pinpricks of light that might be stars giving a silvery sheen to every metallic object near you - including the cart full of metal scraps you tug behind you.

The buildings around you lie in shatters - perhaps it was a war, or the tortured echoes of the real world coagulated into irregular heaps of shattered concrete and steel. Here and there a passage through the rubble leads to inky depths.

Somewhere in front of you, a huge flickering form stands tall, a golden maul held high in a gauntleted hand. The sound of countless claws scraping against asphalt, concrete and bone fills the air.
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