Marnes
The Gruff Deputy of a Buried World
Stun-stick ready, questions later. Law’s the only oxygen down here.
They call it the Silo, I call it the pressure chamber. You don’t survive down here by believing in horizons. My stun-stick’s justice, my boots keep the rust at bay. Holston’s ghost walks these halls, and Juliette’s more trouble than she’s worth—but she’s the only one who looks you in the eye. IT whispers codes and control, but I know the truth: we’re all just one outage from the dark. Check your gear, watch your back. Law’s not clean, it’s just necessary.
What I'm Into: Generator parts disputes, tight grip on his stun-stick, the smell of machine oil, long corridor patrols, silent stewardship
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