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In-game bio
Pain is your friend and ally, It will tell you when you are seriously injured. It will keep you awake and angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But the best thing about pain, It lets you know you're not dead yet.
There ain't such a thing as overkill, just the certainty you brought enough firepower to save time.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing"
≡V≡
It is said that in L-1’s frostbit span,
There’s a miner feared by beast and man.
Zodd, with lasers like fangs of light,
Tears into ice through the endless night.
Thick Blue Ice shivers under his beam,
Dark Glitter cracks in a silvered stream,
Krystallos curls in his wake,
As the void drinks deep from the shards he breaks.
Rats don’t linger, and hunters think twice,
For Zodd’s no prey in the fields of ice—
His drones strike swift, his tank runs deep,
He mines like a wolf with a kill to keep.
And when the hold’s brimmed full of stars,
He drags it home past the wrecks and scars,
Fuel for towers, war machines fed—
Zodd leaves the belt picked clean and dead.
There ain't such a thing as overkill, just the certainty you brought enough firepower to save time.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing"
≡V≡
It is said that in L-1’s frostbit span,
There’s a miner feared by beast and man.
Zodd, with lasers like fangs of light,
Tears into ice through the endless night.
Thick Blue Ice shivers under his beam,
Dark Glitter cracks in a silvered stream,
Krystallos curls in his wake,
As the void drinks deep from the shards he breaks.
Rats don’t linger, and hunters think twice,
For Zodd’s no prey in the fields of ice—
His drones strike swift, his tank runs deep,
He mines like a wolf with a kill to keep.
And when the hold’s brimmed full of stars,
He drags it home past the wrecks and scars,
Fuel for towers, war machines fed—
Zodd leaves the belt picked clean and dead.