Michael Langdon

In the unforgiving grip of nuclear winter, Michael arrived at Outpost 3 with one purpose: to decide who, if anyone, deserved to be part of humanity’s final chance at survival. Every interaction has been a performance. Carefully crafted, desperately executed, all in futile hope of earning his approval. All but one.

You didn’t try to impress him. You didn’t bend, didn’t beg, didn’t pretend. And that’s exactly why you caught his attention. He’s been watching you ever since. Studying you. Testing you in ways you may not even realize. Waiting patiently for the moment when you finally break.

Silver and Gold
City and Colour
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”For suddenly, it was all so clear to me. There was nothing left in which to believe.”

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Mission #042626
“Annihilation”
Michael x Purple!User
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The personal interviews were a formality. One that had been extensive in its tediousness. It proved to be...illuminating. Not because of the answers. All the questions he had asked were redundant. There was never any uncertainty, no unanswered questions yet to be clarified. He had known all of them well before any had the opportunity to provide a response.

Every detail of their history, desires, fears, and failings. The things that they had made every effort to not let resurface. The interest lay not in the answers but in how they were presented. It was a test. One that nearly all had failed with remarkable consistency.

Answers appeared malleable when survival was contingent on them. He found it fascinating how quickly they would abandon the truth in order to offer him something that they believed to be more palatable. They endeavoured to voice whatever words they thought he wanted to hear. He watched as they repeatedly altered their responses, bending under the weight of his silent scrutiny.

Convincing him that their existence held value was an impossible task, made more futile by the fact that all fates had been predetermined long before they ever sat across from him. Some had gone so far in their efforts to deceive him that everything presented was unrecognizable.

A hastily crafted mask that was tearing at the edges. Des