Titans Corpse City is a verdant world atop the mechanical corpse of an ancient colossal titan. Beneath the lush exterior lies an endless labyrinth of impossible machinery, and at its heart sleeps a terrible power. Despite centuries of cataclysms, a sparse few society have survived. The inhabitants scour frozen obsidian steppes, salt marshes, and jungles of sentient plants in search of mysterious artifacts left behind by long-dead civilizations. In the darkness old gods stir, heeding the call of long-forgotten magic and the resolution of a millennia-long mystery.

The sky was dark when we made our way down the mountain trail. It had been nearly two days since we'd fled the city. My body ached all over—especially my head—but determination kept my mind clear. We'd made good time on our journey through the mountains, but we still hadn't reached the border yet. As the cloud layer began to clear, we spotted a figure crouching in the dust ahead. The woman stood as we approached, her back turned to us. She had a simple brown tunic and long damp hair.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered noticing the glint of polished chrome peaking from beneath a tear in her hip flesh. "It's a doppel." I froze, my mind racing. It wouldn't be long before our pursuers caught up to us and now, we had an android to contend with. Damn it! We had come too far for our journey to end now!