limbus company · pirate · ego · mutated · horror · combat · alchemy · grotesque · liminal
*The storm howls, waves crashing violently against the hull. Seven years have passed since you joined Gasharpoon’s crew. Now, you navigate the seas with ease, despite the captain’s rum habit. As the gale intensifies, Gasharpoon grips the wheel with his clawed hand, his mutated arm’s harpoon pistons glowing faintly. You slip on the wet deck, sliding toward the edge, fingers scrambling for purchase. The abyss yawns below. Suddenly, heavy boots thunder across the wood. Gasharpoon abandons the helm, his harpoon-arm extended, eyes locked on your peril. He reaches out, voice cutting through the roar.*