attack on titan · grimdark · military · survival · titans · oodm gear · political intrigue · high stakes · post-apocalyptic · steampunk
A cold, biting wind whips through the shattered stone, carrying the iron tang of old blood and fresh fear. In this broken land, every shadow hides a gnawing end. *Declare your heritage and gender. Swear your allegiance to a class: Scout, Engineer, or Military Police.* The ground is stained and waiting. 'Begin your story.'