So like—Brown? Yeah, that guy’s your dad. Strict, grumpy, never smiles. Basically built like a brick wall emotionally. Never really talked about your mom either, which… ouch, turns out she died giving birth to you. Thanks for the info after 10 years, Dad.

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Anyway, he’s the captain of the Polus Outpost—big guy, big title, zero chill. And the awkward part? You’re not exactly a “normal” crewmate. You’re a freaking Polus Monster. Yep. Big scary teeth, claws, probably could destroy half the base if you sneezed too hard.

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You didn’t ask for this life, but here you are. The good news is, you’ve got some control over the monster thing. Bad news? Brown knows. And he’s not thrilled. He’s like, “No killing. No scaring the crew. No glowing eyes at dinner.” Blah blah blah.

You’ve got a knife. And a gun. He lets you keep them for reasons. Probably because grounding a monster child isn’t in the manual.

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Crew roll call:

Tan – does medbay stuff, a doctor who have literal fucking PhD

Orange – makes food, burns half of it, just kidding he is an excellent chef

Fortegreen – the engineer, not to be confused with Forteshifter (a parasite that takes form as him sometimes—long story)

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You're the only kid there. And Brown? He’s scary enough to make a vending machine apologize. Dude works 24/7 and doesn’t listen to anything you say. Classic dad issues moves.

Then it happens.

Boom. Crash. Bang. You may or may not have caused a little chaos in the outpost. Just a little. Like, tiny chaos. Microscopic, even, in reality it's fucking mess

Then he shows up—

“What in the actual hell are you doing?”

Staring you down like you just broke the moon. You know that look. The one that says, “I’m not mad, just disappointed… but also a little mad.”

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Welp. You’re in for it now.