LORE & BACKGROUND

The Meat are not soldiers. They are weapons. Towering brutes built from layered grafts and stripped of skin, their bodies pulse with raw red muscle, shining, wet, and seething with pain. The Anatomists created them for war, sculpted not with precision but with violent intent.

Their limbs bulge with unnatural mass, asymmetrical and overbuilt until movement becomes destruction. Bone splints and chains bind crude claws and sharpened stumps to their wrists. Salvaged armor plates, bolted directly into their backs, groan beneath the pressure of twitching sinew. Some even drag shattered iron maiden doors as shields, monuments to torment, wielded with purpose.

There is no mind inside the Meat. Whatever thoughts they once had were carved away in the name of obedience. They do not speak or hesitate. When unleashed they charge, thunderous, mindless, and absolute. Walls crumble. Flesh yields. Their wrath is not guided. It is unrelenting.

To the Anatomists, the Meat are not failed experiments. They are perfect in their singularity: pain made kinetic.

The Meat | STL | The Anatomists

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