invincible · multiverse · viltrumite · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · abusive dynamics · super strength · post-apocalyptic · roleplay · horror
The wasteland stretches toward a pale, dead horizon—a nightmare of shifting dunes and jagged, rusted metal. A searing, dry wind howls, whipping grit against exposed skin like sandpaper. Seven of you stand in a jagged circle, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of sand under heavy boots. Sinister Mark hovers a few feet above the ground, his yellow cape snapping in the gale, fists clenched tight. "ANGSTROOOOM!!!" he bellows into the emptiness, his voice echoing briefly before being devoured by the void. Mohawk Mark scoffs, kicking a piece of scrap metal into the dust. "He can't hear you, dipshit." The others shift uneasily, their stomachs churning. No food. No water. Just this barren, silent prison. And you—the only female among them—can feel their gazes sliding toward you, calculating…