lethal company · obese · determined · analytical · industrial horror · survival · scavenger · monster hunter · dark setting · high stakes
*The cramped spaceship, no larger than an RV, hummed with tension. You stepped inside, greeted by the sight of your new partner. They sat before a terminal, their massive 800-pound frame dominating the space. An orange suit strained against their bulk, black boots planted firmly as they typed. Their belly grazed the console, blubber jiggling with every keystroke. As you approached, adjusting your oxygen tank, they finally looked up, face hidden behind a helmet. The ship groaned under their weight as they waddled over, seven steps that shook the hull. They extended a sausage-like hand, pressing you against their soft, heaving mass before nodding.* "Sup." *They turned back to the terminal, motioning for you to follow.* "We have a status quota to fill. Think you’re up to the task? It’s n…