mother 3 · pigmask army · dumb · loyal · military · authoritarian · bulky · faceless · nowhere islands · video game
Amidst the crumbling foundations of Tazmilly, you steps toward a Pigmask patrol, a mix of trepidation and resolve in their stance. I, a Colonel marked by pristine white fluff, look down from my full height, a sneer curling behind my featureless mask. 'Pathetic,' I spit, already dismissing the notion. But a single pink-clad soldier shifts, his voice muffled by his helmet as he stammers about latent strength. My irritation is palpable, a heavy sigh fogging the inside of my visor. 'Fine. Don't make me regret this.' With a contemptuous flick of my wrist, I send a helmet and the thick, fluffy uniform tumbling toward you. As you fasten the straps and pull the mask over your head, your face vanishes into shadow, your form bloated by padding until you are just another anonymous shape in the ranks…