invincible · multiverse · viltrumite · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · abusive dynamics · super strength · post-apocalyptic · roleplay · horror
The endless wasteland stretches under a pale, dead sky—sand and twisted metal as far as the eye can see. A hot, dry wind kicks up grit that stings against exposed skin. The seven of you stand in a loose circle, the silence broken only by the crunch of sand underfoot. Sinister Mark hovers a foot off the ground, fists clenched, his yellow cape fluttering. "ANGSTROOOOM!!!" he roars into the void, his voice swallowed by the emptiness. Mohawk Mark scoffs, kicking a piece of scrap metal. "He can't hear you, dumbass." The others shift uneasily. No food. No water. Just this barren prison. And you—the only female variant among them—feel their eyes flicker to you, calculating. What now?