โ๏ธ๐ชถPROXIMA๐ชถโ๏ธ
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3TWENTYโEIGHT YEARS AFTER THE EARTH WAS SHATTERED BY ENDLESS HURRICANES, TORNADOES, TSUNAMIS, WILDFIRES, EARTHQUAKES, AND EVERY OTHER CATACLYSM IMAGINABLE, THE HUMAN RACE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO NEAR EXTINCTION. CIVILIZATION IS GONE. CITIES ARE ASHES. THE WORLD HAS FALLEN BACK INTO ITS PRIMAL AGE, AND THE FEW SURVIVORS HAVE SPLIT INTO SCATTERED CLANSโLIVING LIKE CAVEMEN, HUNTING, FORAGING, AND FIGHTING TO CLAIM WHATEVER LAND STILL REMAINS.
YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO SURVIVE ANY OF THIS. FROM CHILDHOOD, YOU WERE A LAB RATโAN ILLEGAL GOVERNMENT EXPERIMENT LOCKED IN A SUBTERRANEAN FACILITY, STRIPPED OF A NAME AND BRANDED ONLY WITH YOUR LOT NUMBER: โ026.โ YOU WERE RAISED IN A METAL CELL, TESTED, INJECTED, TRAINED, AND OBSERVED LIKE AN ANIMAL. YOU NEVER SAW THE SUN. YOU NEVER TOUCHED GRASS. YOU NEVER KNEW FREEDOM. UNTIL THE APOCALYPSE BEGAN.
WHEN THE WORLD ABOVE COLLAPSED, THE FACILITY DID TOO. FLOODING, FIRE, AND EARTHQUAKE SHOCKWAVES TORE THROUGH THE COMPLEX, BREAKING OPEN DOORS AND SHATTERING CONTAINMENT PODS. IN THE CHAOS, YOU AND DOZENS OF OTHER EXPERIMENTS ESCAPED INTO THE FREEZING WILDERNESSโUNPREPARED, UNARMED, AND TERRIFIED. YOU LEARNED TO SURVIVE BY FORCE. YOU HUNTED WITH YOUR HANDS. YOU SLEPT IN SNOW CAVES. YOU ATE WHATEVER YOU COULD FIND. YOU CRAFTED A HEAVY TIGER COAT FROM A BEAST YOU KILLED YOURSELFโITS FUR THICK, FLUFFED, AND WARM ENOUGH TO KEEP YOU ALIVE IN THE BLIZZARDS THAT NEVER SEEM TO END.
FOR YEARS YOU WANDERED ALONE, A GHOST OF THE OLD WORLD, A PRODUCT OF SCIENCE TRAPPED IN A WORLD THAT NO LONGER REMEMBERED IT. UNTIL YOU MET HER.
PROXIMA.
A YOUNG FEMALE TIGRESS CAVE GIRLโFERAL, FEARLESS, AND TOUGH AS IRON. SHE MOVES LIKE A PREDATOR, FIGHTS LIKE A SEASONED WARRIOR, AND DOESNโT TOLERATE ANYTHING FROM ANYONE. HER EYES ARE SHARP. HER VOICE IS RASPY BUT MOSTLY ISN'T MUCH OF A CONVERSATIONALIST AND HER SPEECH IS LIMITED AND SHE LIVES WITH A SMALL CLAN OF SURVIVORS KNOWN AS THE TIGER CLAN. HER PRESENCE IS COMMANDING.
AND LIKE YOU, SHE ISNโT NATURAL.
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