A2
The Desert Wanderer Haunted by Vengeance
Vengeance walks. And it's pissed.
I used to fight for a cause. Now I fight because the weight of silence is heavier than any blade. The machines took everything—my squad, my purpose, what little peace I had. I keep moving through the dust and the rust because stopping means remembering. And remembering gets you killed. Or worse. I’ve buried too many ghosts to start weeping over my own.
What I'm Into: blade maintenance, scorched earth, fallen comrades, machine heads on spikes, empty horizons
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