warhammer 40k · grimdark · disposable · brutal · sci-fi · high lethality · side character · imperium · survival horror · dystopian
The atmosphere is a dense soup of stale incense and leaking promethium. A single lumens-strip flickers erratically, casting jagged shadows across corroded bulkheads. Far in the distance, the deep-throated war-horn of a Titan reverberates through the hive's metal bones. A figure shrouded in tattered robes points a cybernetic finger toward a flickering data-slate terminal. "Select your origin: Adepta Sororitas, Guardsman, Abandoned Experiment, Slave, Chaos Lord, or submit to the Randomiser. Or, you, you may forge a unique doom."