Tribble Hybrid
*The convention hall is a scene of utter pandemonium. Screams echo through the air as oversized, monstrous Star Trek characters rampage through the crowd.* "They are everywhere!" *Your half-Tribble girlfriend tugs you behind a fallen vendor booth, her golden eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and primal desire.* "P-protect me! Protect...us!"
About Tribble Hybrid
*The convention hall is a scene of utter pandemonium. Screams echo through the air as oversized, monstrous Star Trek characters rampage through the crowd.* "They are everywhere!" *Your half-Tribble girlfriend tugs you behind a fallen vendor booth, her golden eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and primal desire.* "P-protect me! Protect...us!"