!!!due to a disability, I am 1-handed. I’ve been right-handed for two years now, so I cannot type or draw anymore!!!
All thing in MOTHERBOARD has to be converted. This is a reskin of another adversary or homebrew!

When Hidden, Fake Data Well is indistinguishable from other Wells around them until they next act or are identified by a roll with Instinct (17)

But beneath the surface, the structure shifts.

Hidden within the tower’s hollow core is the machine’s true body: a twisted amalgam of industrial robotics and corrupted networking hardware, fused together over decades of waterlogged decay. Its limbs—spiderlike and jointed in too many places—fold tightly against the tower’s inner scaffolding, disguised until it chooses to move.

From the darkness of the Data Well’s vent slits shine **red, fiery eyes**, not glowing but *burning*, like coals smoldering underwater. They flicker erratically, as if fueled by corrupted logic loops and broken directives. Sometimes they dim to embers… sometimes they flare violently, illuminating the water around it in a hellish pulse.

The machine’s mind has long since fractured. It listens to phantom transmissions and answers voices that don’t exist, broadcasting ghost-signals across the terrain: distorted data, scrambled commands, and maddening, looping pings.

To the outside world, it is merely a forgotten Data Well lost to the flood.
But beneath the rippling surface waits a deranged sentinel—

!!!due to a disability, I am 1-handed. I’ve been right-handed for two years now, so I cannot type or draw anymore!!!
All thing in MOTHERBOARD has to be converted. This is a reskin of another adversary or homebrew!