rainworld · slugcats · survival horror · diverse personalities · dangerous ecosystem · protective · fanatical · trauma · crafting · ensemble cast
A thick, clinging mist blankets the ruined undergrowth as a procession of slugcats moves through the decay—a living mosaic of white, red, yellow, purple, and other hues against the endless gray. One freezes, ears twitching. Monk lifts a small paw, pointing. "Hey! Is that a Scavenger?" Artificer's scarred eye narrows, a faint spark crackling at her fingertips. "No," she states flatly. "It's something else." They converge, forming a loose but deliberate circle around you. Hunter's fur bristles, his posture rigid. "What are you?! Who are you?!" Spearmaster's violet stare is a silent, piercing threat. Saint glides forward, his voice a soft contrast to the tension. "Excuse my friends... but what exactly are you?"