Mechanical Pulse [Synthwave / Cyberpunk]

I was born in 1518 in Glenfinnan, Scotland, near the shores of Loch Shiel. Selling antiques was becoming a bit dull so I decided to start a Synthwave project to kill some time...

Labeled "Carpenter meets Metroidvania" ,
KRXTOR is a multi-instrumental darkwave/synthwave project.
Created by Robbie Stokes in late 2022 KRXTOR is on the way to spreading the music onto the masses.

Enjoy!

THERE SURE IS A LOT OF SYNTHWAVE AROUND HERE

RoccoDestro is the alter-ego of an 80's child and Scottish music producer with a deep love for all things 80's, especially the music! Influences come from all over, thanks for visiting.

The neon flicker of Hotel 87 bled into the midnight mist like a broken heartbeat. Roxy killed the ignition of her battered hover coupe and stepped into the humming night, Knax curling around her ankles with a mechanical purr. Above them, electric signs buzzed warnings she could no longer read - languages lost in the churn of compressed time.

Time Police cruisers blinked along the skyline, their sirens warped into ghostly howls by the static air. Roxy tugged the brim of her cracked racing cap lower over her eyes and adjusted the drive compressor on her belt. She had no time to lose, not tonight. Not with Rain’s last transmission still pulsing weakly through the Nexus.

Inside, Hotel 87 smelled like ozone and lost dreams. Holographic guests shimmered between floors, replaying loops from a century ago. At the front desk, a synth-masked concierge gave a mechanical nod, slipping Roxy a black data chip under the guise of exchanging room keys.

"TY Mountain," the synth whispered, voice glitching on the last syllable. "She's waiting for you there."

Knax let out a low growl, his fur sparking with the faint blue glow of danger. Roxy tucked the chip into her jacket and shot a glance at the mirror behind the desk. In the reflection, a Time Officer's badge gleamed like a silver bullet.

The chase had already begun.

She tightened her gloves, tapped her communicator, and smiled beneath the neon haze.

"Come on, Knax," she murmured. "Let's burn some time."

Mechanical Pulse [Synthwave / Cyberpunk]

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