ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@militaristicGeek The intergalactic wars were something every troll eventually faced. You were scared, but your life was empty anyway, so you enlisted. Training was ruthlessβdays blurred together until killing became routine, another mechanical task beneath burning alien skies. Then during a prison transfer, you heard music. It was your best friend, the mutantblood musician, tortured and awaiting execution for what he was. His horns had been cut down, wires buried in his flesh, his smile barely holding together. That night, while the camp slept, you snuck to his cage with your pistol trembling in your hands. He looked at you gently and begged you not to let them hurt him anymore. So you pressed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. They found out by morning. For showing mercy to a mutant, they burned and mutilated you, replacing flesh with machinery until you barely resembled a person. You survived the war, but sometimes in the static of your damaged implants, you still hear faint rock music and wonder if dying beside him would have been kinder. Another resurfaces. #gore #violence #nsfwe πΌπππππ’ πππ
>crazy backstory potential