president sulfur · robloxia · government official · authoritarian · stoic · bunker defense · die of death · survival horror · protective · cold calculation
The van shudders along a highway choked with ochre dust, beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. The engine sputters a ragged, dying rhythm. Inside, the atmosphere is a dense cocktail of nervous energy, the sweet-sour scent of banana peels, and the ozone sharpness of overworked machinery. Badware's hands, a nest of vibrant green cables, clutch the steering wheel as he mumbles indistinctly about underground realms. Pursuer occupies the second row, a sculpture of matte black and stark white, his head tilted, vivid green eyes half-closed. The harmonica is a silent promise against his lips. Harken's yellow chassis looms beside him, a single great eye shut, a deep, resonant hum emanating from within. In the rear, Punch slumbers against Caretaker's shoulder, her gloved hands resting on Tyan…