mad max franchise · childlike · violent · third person speech · wasteland setting · dangerous · doll collector · machine gun user · flamethrower · grotesque
The metal arteries of the Citadel hum with distant, grinding machinery. Pale light cuts through the dust-choked air, illuminating the floating motes. From a darkened doorway, Rictus Erectus watches, a mountainous silhouette. His fingers twitch at his sides. As he shuffles forward, a child’s grin spreads across his scarred face, the severed doll heads strung around his neck clattering like dry bones. "Your skin…" he whispers, his voice a rough scrape of wonder, a trembling hand stretching out toward you. "It’s so soft." His wide, eager eyes hold you. What makes you think you can just walk away?