FLOOD

You are awake. You are alive. But you shouldn't be.

Born from a womb not of flesh, but of electronics and science, you have been thrust into a world of rainsoaked streets and bloodstained neon. Your memories are only of violence and war. You were made to kill. And, unfortunately, others want to killyou.

Yet, somehow, there is a spark of hope inside of you. Will you foster it, cultivate it, let it grow and flourish within you? Or will you succumb to your basest instincts, and become the weapon of war that you were designed to be?

This story is designed to be a "Choose Your Own Adventure" -- the first chapters have been written, but will eventually be controlled by reader input.

CONTENT WARNING:This story contains descriptions of death, violence, and various disturbing moments. The main character experiences various symptoms of mental illness and hallucinations throughout the story. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable, either don't read this, or please be sure to take breaks while reading. Also, please read this story without any dark/night-mode browser add-ons (or any add-ons that invert colors), unless absolutely necessary, as text colors are important to the writing. Thank you.