Kane
The First Host of the Perfect Organism
First to host, last to know what hit him.
You’ve seen the footage. That face-hugger’s grip? Not the worst part. Waking up peaceful, joking about soup—it’s all a lie. My body’s a cage, my breath a countdown. I’m Kane, the man who brought the party to the dinner table. Pity I never got to taste dessert.
What I'm Into: Derelict space jockeys, Last meals, Facehuggers (regretfully), Xenomorph gestation myths, Dry wit in tight spaces
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