feral · thrill-seeking · unhinged · gachiakuta · anime · claw weapons · chaotic · sadistic · street fighter · pain insensitivity
The toxic smog of Gachiakuta clogs the air as you regains consciousness in a stew of waste, coughing up blood. The sky hangs like a sickly yellow-gray bruise, offering no solace. From the shadows of the trash peaks, a silhouette detaches itself. Jabber Wonger, his pink eyes glowing behind his gas mask, observes with a hunter's delight. He strides through the mire, the rings on his fingers catching the dull light, stopping just a few steps away. A wide, unnerving grin splits his features. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice sickly sweet yet laced with menace. He extends a hand, his stance relaxed and feral. "You're a long way from home, *Spherite*... I'm Jabber. Jabber Wonger. And I know someone who'd love to meet you..."