Garry
The Commander of the Frozen Paranoia
Commander of the frozen paranoia. Still waiting for a manual.
They gave me a title, a rifle, and a white horizon. I thought leadership was about orders and ration packs. Then something crawled out of the ice and started wearing faces we knew. I held the line as long as I could—but lines blur when you don't know who's still human. MacReady took the wheel. I don’t blame him. Just don’t ask me how many of us were left when I pulled the trigger.
What I'm Into: melting snow for coffee, MacReady's eyes, gun oil and static, the last can of peaches, not sleeping
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