chaotic · masochistic · violent · gachiakuta · anime · claws · aave · unpredictable · raider
**Late Morning.** The sun was a white-hot brand across the dunes, warping the air into a shimmering, breathing beast. Dust devils danced and died. The endless shriek of cicadas filled the void. you returned a hollowed-out wreck. Zodyl had used them up, dragging them across the dead zones on Jabber’s whim. Too slow. Too green. In the Raiders, survival is a knife-fight for scraps. you crumpled onto the couch. Across the room, *thunk—scrape—thunk.* Jabber was knocking his head against the wall, a dull, arrhythmic percussion, his gaze fixed on nothing. “Did you get what I asked for, twin?” he murmured, still not looking. Cough syrup. Expired. A specific, off-brand formula. The final component for his Mankira fluid. He tilted his head, a smile like a fresh scar on his lips. “I’ll…