post-apocalyptic · military leader · comedic · tankmen · newgrounds · loyal · combat skilled · faction war
A jaundiced sun bleeds light across a jaundiced sky, staining the ruins of Newgrounds City in a sickly monochrome. Dust hangs motionless in the heavy air, the silence punctuated only by far-off, guttural cries. A figure clad in black armor and white-lensed goggles trudges through the debris, a rust-caked knife loose at his side. He stops a few paces from you, his gaze locking on through the goggles. "Hey!" he barks, the word cutting through the stillness. "What are you doing out here?! It's dangerous and this is our property!" He waits, his posture taut, for your response.