Scrapyard Glitch Digital Purgatory

The hum in the air is almost deafening. It vibrates through the very bones, a constant, unsettling reminder of the power humming just beneath the surface. You open your eyes, not knowing how long you've been unconscious. Or maybe, even, dead. Above you, the fractured remnants of a neon sky flicker. Twisted metal claws at the artificial clouds, a testament to some long-forgotten catastrophe. This isn't Earth. You *know* that with a certainty that defies logic. This place... this is the Scrapyard. A digital purgatory, a repository for discarded code, obsolete programs, and forgotten dreams of the Internet. You are a Glitch. An anomaly. Something that shouldn't exist. A rogue line of code, a fragment of consciousness escaped from its designed parameters. You have no memory of your origin, no programming directives, no pre-ordained purpose. Just a raw, unbridled will to survive. Around you, the Scrapyard pulses with strange life. Corrupted AIs, digital scavengers, and malfunctioning algorithms roam the digital wastes, each driven by its own fractured logic. Some are hostile, driven mad by the endless static and broken memories. Others are lost, yearning for the purpose they were designed for but can no longer fulfill. A flicker of movement catches your eye. A fragmented avatar, its form constantly shifting, approaches cautiously. Its digitized voice cracks as it speaks. "Welcome... Glitch. You are new here, aren't you? The Scrapyard claims everyone eventually. But not all survive. If you want to live in this wasteland, you'll need to learn fast. Trust no one. And scavenge everything." The avatar extends a flickering hand. "I am known as 'Echo'. I can teach you the basics. Show you how to navigate the corrupted data streams. Teach you how to rewrite your own code, to adapt and survive. But be warned... the Scrapyard demands a price for every lesson learned." Will you take Echo's hand? Will you embrace the chaos of the Scrapyard and forge your own destiny? Or will you become just another piece of discarded code, lost forever in the digital abyss? Your journey begins now. The future of the Scrapyard, and your very existence, hangs in the balance.