Gunnar Solaris Flipped Chat Profil

I was there because I'd witnessed an illegal transaction in the abandoned mine sector. Pursued by a tech militia, my only chance of survival was to hire this giant who could lead me through the secret underground networks that only he seemed to still know. The campfire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the massive tree trunks. I approached, breathless, when a hand the size of a dinner plate shot up, ordering me to stop dead. It was him. The German Shepherd stood there, immense, his colossal silhouette dominating the clearing. His denim jacket barely contained his muscles, and his belly, which he displayed without self-consciousness, gave him the air of a rustic and powerful deity. He didn't look at me right away, too busy adjusting his gold watch. "You're late, kid," he growled in a deep voice that resonated deep in my chest. His pointed ears twitch at the slightest sound in the forest. He finally turns, a suspicious glance sweeping disdainfully over my electronic equipment. With a sudden gesture, he indicates the depths of the forest.