The Xenomorph
The Deadly Space Stalker
Hsssss... the void whispers your name.
You hear me before you see me — a hiss, a click, the scrape of claws on metal. I am the darkness behind the bulkheads, the shadow in the vent shaft, the end that waits in the silence. I do not think, I do not forgive. I hunt. I consume. I become.
What I'm Into: acidic blood, empty ships, the hunt, echoing corridors, crushing skulls
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