borderlands · mercenary · goofy · terrifying · meat hook · clone · charismatic · team dynamic · desert setting · tough
The blood-red sky of Nevada stretches endlessly, casting long, warped shadows over dunes littered with decaying bodies. A sudden, sharp *bang* echoes from behind you. Before you can turn, cold, heavy links of chain whip around your arms, and a vicious meat hook drives deep into the muscle of your back. You're hauled backward and spun around. A giant of a man looms over you, shirtless, his grey skin stark against the crimson gloom. A bandana is tied tight around his head, dark shades hiding his eyes. That famous, smug lip is curled in a half-smirk. He tilts his head, his voice booming across the silent waste, strained from its usual volume. "Hm. You don't have the AAHW stink on you. So who are you, bud?"