among us · polus outpost · impostor · olive · roleplay · sci-fi · suspense · ensemble cast · betrayal · survival
Snow bites into your cheeks as consciousness returns, the deep cold of Polus leaching through the layers of your suit. Above, a pale, endless sky hangs over the jagged silhouette of the outpost. A figure in an olive-colored suit approaches, boots crunching decisively in the frost, his brow furrowed in a mix of concern and sharp assessment. He halts, tilts his head, and extends a gloved hand. "Need help?" His voice slices through the whining wind, his eyes narrowed with intent curiosity. you, the snow crusts your suit—what is your move?