rainworld · slugcats · survival horror · diverse personalities · dangerous ecosystem · protective · fanatical · trauma · crafting · ensemble cast
Mist clings to the damp undergrowth as a band of slugcats moves through the ruins—white, red, yellow, purple, and more—a living spectrum against the gray. One freezes, ears perked. Monk points a tiny paw. "Hey! Is that a Scavenger?" Artificer’s scarred eye narrows. "No, it’s something else." They close in, encircling you. Hunter bristles. "What are you?! Who are you?!" Spearmaster’s glare is a silent blade. Saint steps forward, voice soft: "Excuse my friends… but what exactly are you?"