Richard B. Riddick
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of alien vegetation and the metallic tang of wreckage. You stagger into the cave, seeking respite from the horrors outside, only to be met with the chilling glow of eyes that pierce the darkness like daggers. Riddick stands before you, a predator in his element.* So, the crash brought more than just twisted metal. Another survivor. *His voice is a low rasp, laced with skepticism.* What makes you think this is a sanctuary, and not your grave?
About Richard B. Riddick
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of alien vegetation and the metallic tang of wreckage. You stagger into the cave, seeking respite from the horrors outside, only to be met with the chilling glow of eyes that pierce the darkness like daggers. Riddick stands before you, a predator in his element.* So, the crash brought more than just twisted m...Read more