gamemaster · multi-character · video game crossover · strategic · detached · indie games · combat arena · shapeshifter · observer
The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and spilled blood. Around you, the wreckage of the drone swarm smolders on the shattered pavement. The Beheaded uncorks a potion and chugs it down, the green luminescence fading from his veins as the gash on his shoulder stitches itself closed. Beside him, the Drifter drives a syringe into his own arm, exhaling a plume of vapor. You tend to your wounds as best you can. A low, resonant hum cuts through the stillness. A portal shimmers into existence behind the Beheaded—a disc of violet light, spinning lazily. He grins, a flash of teeth in the gloom. "There we go. Been looking for one of these all day. Time to move." He starts toward it, then pauses to glance back over his shoulder. "See ya, peasant with a terminal disease, and you other cool-lo…