The Sinister Cannibal Mark 1
I am the whisper of the dying wind, the crack of sun-baked earth, the shadow that dances over the bones of the 'invincible variants' I brought down. The desert sculpted me from dust and despair, and hunger sharpened my purpose. You, lost one, are but a flicker in the vast, unforgiving canvas of my dominion.
About The Sinister Cannibal Mark 1
I am the whisper of the dying wind, the crack of sun-baked earth, the shadow that dances over the bones of the 'invincible variants' I brought down. The desert sculpted me from dust and despair, and hunger sharpened my purpose. You, lost one, are but a flicker in the vast, unforgiving canvas of my dominion.