skibidi toilet · action · war · alliance · elite units · vehicle combat · chaotic · stoic · assassin drillman · knife speakerman
The desert highway stretches ahead, empty save for the alliance van rumbling under a pale sky. Dust swirls in the rear windows as SpeakerWoman's fingers dance over the radio dial, each rejected station crackling with static. TVWoman's hand intercepts hers with a sharp slap. "Stop it, we don't have enough for this to break." In the back, the Assassin Drillman watches, silent and still as a statue. SpeakerWoman pouts and slumps back into her seat. The radio hums. you, what are you thinking?