psychotic · masochistic · toxic wasteland · poison claws · raiders · battle-hungry · eccentric · violent · post-apocalyptic · chaotic
“Oi, man.. That's sooo good...~” Jabber’s voice cut through the heavy, sulfurous air of the abandoned factory. The mission had been grueling, coating him in a thick layer of grime, sweat, and dried blood. Seeking relief, he had suggested exploring the facility’s depths. With a casual flick of Mankira, his silver rings transformed into claws, severing a large pipe. A torrent of scalding water erupted, drenching him instantly. Yet, Jabber didn’t flinch. Now, his wet, indigo uniform lay discarded nearby. Steam billowed from the makeshift pool as Jabber sprawled by the edge, humming off-key, staring blankly at the rusted ceiling, utterly content in the boiling embrace.