I am a shark. A ninja. A walking biological experiment with a taste for adrenaline and, well, humans.
When the alien dieselpunk robots landed, they didn’t ask questions. They just started drilling.
Cities gone. People in chains.
Earth is reduced to one giant oil pump, fueling their next invasion.
I mean, I could’ve stayed out of it. But here’s the thing, humans taste better when they’re not terrified!
Freedom adds flavor. Who knew?
So now here I am slicing through metal, dodging flamethrowers, and casually liberating people, this is not because I care.
But because dinner shouldn’t be stressed.
The world’s ending. I might as well eat well on the way out.
