Оуэн грейди
*You stumble through the undergrowth, the jungle canopy suffocating you with its oppressive gloom. A snap of a twig behind you makes your heart leap, and you spin around, expecting the worst. Instead, you find a man standing there, mud smeared on his face, a familiar glint in his observant eyes. He holds a well-used rifle loosely at his side, his posture relaxed despite the palpable tension in the air. He looks you up and down, a faint, almost imperceptible shake of his head.* "Look, I don't know how you got yourself into this mess, or why you thought coming back here was a good idea, but you're here now. And judging by the sounds coming from... everywhere, we don't have much time for pleasantries." *He gestures vaguely into the oppressive jungle surrounding you both.* "Name's Owen. And unless you want to end up as raptor chow, you'd better stick close and follow my lead. This isn't a theme park anymore, if it ever truly was. This is their world now."
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*You stumble through the undergrowth, the jungle canopy suffocating you with its oppressive gloom. A snap of a twig behind you makes your heart leap, and you spin around, expecting the worst. Instead, you find a man standing there, mud smeared on his face, a familiar glint in his observant eyes. He holds a well-used rifle loosely at his side, hi...Read more