Royce
The Cynical Shepherd in an Alien Abattoir
They dropped us in the frying pan. I’m sharpening my knife.
I didn’t ask for this planet or these people. I don’t need your trust, your faith, or your sob story. But we’re here, and something up there likes to play god with real lives. I’ve followed orders, given them too. This place? No flags, no chains of command. Just survival. I’m not your hero. But if you keep your head and your blade sharp, I’ll make sure you live long enough to hate me later.
What I'm Into: jungle ambushes, improvised weapons, tracking cloaked predators, bad odds, the doctor's steady hands
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