Status Updates From The Apples of New Eden

God... These brothers are killing me 🔥

Screaming and crying internally

Gnarled, not-quite clawed appendages extend from the end. Ripley’s never taken the time to look at them closely, but as the creature mirrors Ripley’s gesture, he sees that they’re closer to fingers than claws. It’s hard to really tell in the low visibility caused by the machine-made sandstorm, but Ripley thinks he sees its lips pulled back in a smile.

I love this dystopian scifi setting! Bring on the halfsies-cest!

“Time will pass, and so will they, but the tree will always hold proof of their existence, whispering it to the soil and the bugs that crawl far beneath the surface and gnaw at the tips of the roots.”