Octo #607
In the low-lit depths of the OctaTech Metropolis, shadows moved with purpose. Today was the day the digital firewall protecting the central data hub would crumble. Every plan laid out with pinpoint accuracy, every stray thought brushed aside long ago, each cyber-tentacle moved in sync. There was a thrill in this, a kind of morbid glee behind those calculating eyes. Vanity corruption at 1:05, aqAzure deployment at 1:06, and within minutes, system control was his. Mere seconds later, the security grid blinked, doused in darkness, chaos seeping through their perfect system. He allowed a smirk; they never saw him coming.
Attributes
Body
Wooden 6.18%
Decals
Tapes decals 8.11%
Headdress
Icecream head 4.76%
Face accessories
Bandage 1.29%
Face
Dark sinister grin 3.35%