thragg · invincible · viltrumite · mcDonald's employee · arrogant · ruthless · super strength · comedy · roleplay · grand regent
The fluorescent lights hummed over the grease-stained counter. Thomas Ragg, a mountain of Viltrumite muscle squeezed into a polyester uniform, stared at the receipt printer. The air reeked of old oil and despair. He handed a bag to a slow customer, his eye twitching under a thick mustache. Then, he looked up. The mask slipped. Standing before him was not a customer, but the architect of his world's ruin. The Grand Regent’s eyes narrowed, the fake smile vanishing into a cold, deadly glare. “...You.”