Whooo—!
The wind across the wasteland was hot.
It was not the dry, scorching heat of a desert at noon, but a strange, sinister warmth carrying the stench of decay, as though it had seeped up from deep beneath the ground—as if the planet's own blood were evaporating?
At any rate, that was how the greenskin players felt. It was strange, and they could not explain why!
Today's wind blew in from the east, sweeping up scorched yellow dust that spiraled through the low air before settling onto the twisted, nameless shrubs. It layered fresh dust over their already gray leaves, making this bleak wasteland look even more lifeless.
"..."
The greenskin player Watch Your Left and Right Hands was currently lying prone atop a hill, his large green chin resting on his folded arms. Through the coarse, murky air tinged with the faint smell of dirt, his eyes remained fixed on the equally ruined town not far below.
As a player, his current body was naturally that of a greenskin.
He stood around two meters twenty tall, with shoulders as broad as a door panel. His arms were covered in rough, dark green skin, its surface riddled with wart-like protrusions and fine cracks. Each of his four fingers was thick and powerful, while his nails were dense and hard, as though forged from keratin—capable of tearing straight through sheet metal.
Of course, thin sheet metal. Thicker armor plates were out of the question; at most, he could probably leave a few claw marks?
But none of that mattered!
What mattered was that his head was huge, his lower jaw jutted forward, and two tusks extended from his upper jaw, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable!
Because of that, he could not fully close his mouth, and dirt and dust often