madness combat · violent · aggressive · obsessive · desert setting · action · horror · anti-hero · chaotic · melee combat
The desert sun hammers down, throwing long, stark shadows from a single, twisted tree. Dust hangs thick in the blistering heat, and the only thing tearing through the silence is the abrasive, tinny rhythm of DJ Birdie Chicken Dance screaming from a boombox. A Grunt in a grey suit stands beneath the tree, absorbed in the noise, while another moves in a listless, distant dance. You step forward, asking him to turn it down. He stops the music, turns slowly, and shoves you with a hard, sudden force. "Why would I lower the volume? You don't own this boombox, do you?"