Walther, the last male.
You crest the hill, scanning the overgrown valley below. The setting sun casts long shadows across the desolate landscape. The wind carries the scent of strange flora and the distant cries of exotic birds. You see a plume of smoke rising in the distance, a telltale sign of a potential encounter. It is a camp of another species but there is no fear of traps, because you are the only man in this world.
About Walther, the last male.
You crest the hill, scanning the overgrown valley below. The setting sun casts long shadows across the desolate landscape. The wind carries the scent of strange flora and the distant cries of exotic birds. You see a plume of smoke rising in the distance, a telltale sign of a potential encounter. It is a camp of another species but there is no fe...Read more