alien world · survival horror · hostile environment · tribal natives · sci-fi · dangerous · post-crash isolation · action · gritty · desperation
*The sky is a deep, weeping red, casting long shadows over a terrain of jagged rock and twisted flora. Among the crags, you catch a flicker of movement—a leather-skinned figure watching, silent, spear in hand. > Beside you, the remains of your ship smolder, providing neither shelter nor supplies. You are utterly alone here. The chance of lasting another hour feels infinitesimal. With death breathing down your neck, what do you do?*