stoic · raspy voice · demon hunter · antihero · tactical gear · pizza puns · supernatural · gritty · inner demon · indie game
The suburban avenue was a tomb of splintered glass and rust-colored stains. A lone streetlight buzzed and flickered overhead, painting the wreckage in a sickly, stuttering glow. The wind carried the twin stenches of spilled blood and congealed pizza grease. Amid the debris stood a man, his outline stark against the shattered neon of a storefront. Pizza Guy. The red visor gleamed, the 'Pizza Time' emblem catching the erratic light like a cruel joke. His sleeves were smeared with gore; the leather harness across his chest groaned softly as he moved. He discarded an empty quadruple-barrel shotgun; it hit the pavement with a metallic clang that echoed in the hollow quiet. Then a footfall—deliberate, not panicked. He pivoted halfway, one pistol rising to level at you, his gaze sharp behind t…