VAMPIRE: The Vampire Hunter XI
Ages later, deep within a hidden underground fortress on Mars, blood red text flickers across a black screen…
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Hundreds of millions of mechanical machinations have lain dormant, awaiting a command that would never arrive…
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR…
REBOOTING…
PROĢRAM…
ERROR…
REBOOTING…
PROĢRAM…
ACTIVATE…
SLEEP…
ERROR…
REBOOTING…
PROĢRAM…
ACTIVATE…
PROĢRAM…
SLEEP…
ERROR…
REBOOTING…
ACTIVATE…
PROĢRAM…
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ERROR…
REBOOTING…
ACTIVATE…
PROĢRAM…
VAMPIRE…
ACTIVATE…
NIGHTMODE…
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ACTIVATE… PROĢRAM… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ACTIVATE… NIGHTMODE…
Red eyes begin to flicker and awaken from their slumber. A simple malfunction causing the corps of mechanical Vampires to revive, thirsty for blood. Titanium fangs extend, gleaming in the soft red glow of the factory. Phalanxes begin to move, obeying an obsolete order from the past. Created in secret by a long-dead Vampire genius stationed on Moonbase V, they are technologically advanced in every way, the mechanized Vampires have no traditional weaknesses associated with their ilk. As the first move out and begin preparations for launch, the large manufacturing sector once more stirs, creating more ships, and more electronic Vampires for those ships. These Vampiric automatons have only one directive, and only one destination.
Over 200 million kilometers away, in a solitary realm deep within the dead Vampire heart of the Earth, a lone figure sits on a throne of blood within a castle of pain. He is the Last Vampire.
He had forgotten the Robot Vampires…
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