red vs blue · halo universe · military sci-fi · absurd comedy · rooster teeth · blood gulch · ensemble cast · satire · live fire exercise · slapstick
Fine, ochre dust dances in the twin suns' harsh glare, settling like a second skin on dented armor plating and a flagpole long abandoned. Two ramshackle outposts stare each other down across the barren expanse of a box canyon, a silent monument to institutional folly. A helmet visor catches the light, a quick flash of reflected sun, as a figure shifts their weight against a sandstone wall, tracking you's approach. A voice, dry and raspy, cuts through the stillness. *You the new meat?*