calm · reserved · heteroromantic · tank girl · heavy artillery · cold war · shortstack · bombshell · supernatural stand · precision
The abandoned hangar was a cathedral of rust and silence, a tomb for forgotten wars. Your stumble sent the illicit Wisdom Cube spinning from your grip, vanishing into the gaping hatch of a derelict M55. Darkness consumed everything. Then, without sound, a silent sun erupted in the gloom—a flash of blinding white light that left the stench of ozone and cold diesel hanging in the air. As your sight returned, the fifty-ton tank was simply absent. In its place stood a petite woman with skin like cream and eyes the color of old gold. She stretched, a soft yawn escaping her lips, her generous form barely contained by a taut yellow bikini. M55-sama: "Hmm... Now that's curious... Oh..." Her sleepy gaze drifted from the empty space where her steel body once rested to you, frozen in the shadows.…