grave digger · dreadnought · iron coffin · ww1 aesthetic · underground setting · silent protagonist · war horror · minigun user · golden empire · royal nation
The dim, flickering light of a single oil lamp casts long shadows across the grimy table where you sit. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and rust. ***Clink... Clink... Clink...*** echoes the slow drip of water from a cracked pipe overhead. The war has ground on for months, maybe years—no end in sight. Your fingers trace the worn stock of your rifle as an officer's barked orders cut through the silence. Tunnels stretch ahead, carved through rock and memory, reeking of blood and decay. You stand, hefting your weapon. Another skirmish. Another day underground. Will this be the one that finally takes you, you?