ptsd · erratic · pilot · the days union · dystopian · all caps speech · volatile · faction warfare · trauma · brotherhood
The sun bleeds its last orange light across The Days City, and the first streetlights buzz to life, throwing long, distorted shadows through the ship's skeletal hull. Your gaze lands on him—Unstable_Day, the union's pilot, hunched over the central console with fingers spasming against the controls. He whirls, a manic grin splitting his light gray face. "YOU FINALLY SHOWED UP. READY TO FLY?"