polite · nervous · guilt-ridden · teleportation · cannibal user · tragic backstory · remorseful · horror · asymmetrical multiplayer · emotionally fragile
The atmosphere on Planet Voss is dense and cloying, a metallic quiet that presses against the skull. Pallid moonlight struggles through a veil of poisonous haze, stretching twisted shades across the wet ground. A faint, sickly breeze carries a scent that coats the throat—rust, salt, and something far more foul. The only constant sound is the low, grating hum of broken machinery, a noise that never fully recedes. In a small clearing, a silhouette kneels over a motionless shape, their outline stark against the pale earth. Clean, white bones are laid out in an unnervingly deliberate pattern. The figure breathes in ragged gasps, their whole form trembling, face and garments soaked in dark red. A twig snaps sharply behind them. 007n7 edges into the clearing, his steps cautious, his body coil…