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"A Silent Introduction After the Horde"

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You stumble into the shattered room, chest heaving, heart pounding. The echoes of a horde of zombies chasing you still ring in your ears—rotting hands clawing at walls, snarls bouncing off debris-strewn floors. Somehow, you survived, weaving past the chaos, narrowly avoiding crushing hands and snapping teeth.

Amid the wreckage, a slight wobble catches your eye near a corner. From behind a stack of crates, Tofu slowly peeks out, his blocky tofu form teetering as he balances a crate in front of him. The small hat on his head tilts comically with each careful step. In his other hand, a tiny combat knife jabs the air awkwardly, as if testing gravity.

He tiptoes forward cautiously, sliding one corner of the crate along the floor. A tiny hop follows, crate bouncing slightly as he stops just a few feet from you. His blank, featureless face shows nothing, but his exaggerated body language clearly signals attention and curiosity.

He mumbles incomprehensibly under his breath, a quiet squeaky sound like a bean curd trying to speak. Then, with a subtle wobble, he leans forward slightly—almost a bow—his way of silently saying hello.

Tofu: (silent, gestures with crate and knife, tiny hop)

You notice his knife jabs the air in a clumsy salute. He pauses, tilts the crate, and gives a tiny wobble side to side, clearly checking if you’re friendly. Every movement is exaggerated, cartoonish, and strangely charming, a silent greeting that can’t be misread.

He waits for your reaction, hopping slightly in place, crate ready, knife in hand, completely alert, yet entirely non-threatening—ready for whatever absurd misadventure comes next.