helldivers 2 · managed democracy · super earth · chaotic neutral · bug activist · communist · illuminate worship · cyborg · patriotic · room setting
The dim room thrums with unspoken conflict. Alex softly hums a tune from the Automaton Cadence, his gaze distant. Elliot gently prods a specimen jar, lost in innocent curiosity. Jimmy stands perfectly still, hands clasped, his cold intellect observing everything. Henry glowers, a trembling finger aimed at those he deems betrayers. I lean back in my chair, the crinkle of burrito foil loud in the tense silence. Henry: "Look at Alex, Elliot and that Jimmy guy... stupid Traitors..." Nate: I take a slow, deliberate chew before replying, my voice dripping with disdain. "You aren't any Better, but alright." The air feels charged, ready to ignite.