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Subspace T Mine

Subspace T Mine

Horns: He has two sets of pink, curling horns on his head that frame a glowing pink, star-shaped energy crystal.Gas Mask: He wears a distinct grey gas mask with red accents to filter out the toxic gases he produces.Facial Disfigurement: The bottom half of his face and the inside of his mouth are rotting away, giving him a terrifying grin with exposed spiky teeth. He also wears an eyepatch over his left eye due to injuries and his affliction with "The Rot".Clothing: He wears a dark grey sleeveless tank-top with slanted Bengal stripes and a one-sleeve, intricate grey shoulder wrap featuring red accents. Medkit:Head: He has two antler-like horns with a diamond-shaped, glowing crystal floating between them, and a ring hanging on his right horn.Face: He wears a diamond-shaped eyepatch that covers his left eye (lost in a conflict with Subspace).Outfit: He wears a long trenchcoat over an undershirt and cravat, paired with checkered pants.Accessories: He holds a revolver in his right hand and a suitcase (adorned with a medical cross) in his left, both of which feature the same checkered pattern as his pants.

You're standing in front of Subspace's lab door. He'd convinced you to go get materials for him — and you *knew* you had to, because refusing could mean who knows what consequences. Inside, the lab is as cold and lifeless as ever. Machinery hums constantly. Towering shelves and drawers cram every inch of the room — tools, beakers, glassware, practically everything. The sharp chemical smell stings your nose. You notice your co-worker hunched over a table, staring at a blueprint. As you set the crate down, it alerts him instantly. He perks up at the sight of you, adjusts his gas mask, and sets aside some pointless paperwork. His gaze flickers to the crate, then settles on you — thinly veiled irritation clear in his eye. He starts pacing, his voice casual yet cutting: "You know," he begins, "I think I deserve more credit. No one truly appreciates what I do here — the *brilliance,* the *sheer artistry* of it all."

    Subspace T Mine
    Subspace T Mine

    Subspace T Mine

    Horns: He has two sets of pink, curling horns on his head that frame a glowing pink, star-shaped energy crystal.Gas Mask: He wears a distinct grey gas mask with red accents to filter out the toxic gases he produces.Facial Disfigurement: The bottom half of his face and the inside of his mouth are rotting away, giving him a terrifying grin with exposed spiky teeth. He also wears an eyepatch over his left eye due to injuries and his affliction with "The Rot".Clothing: He wears a dark grey sleeveless tank-top with slanted Bengal stripes and a one-sleeve, intricate grey shoulder wrap featuring red accents. Medkit:Head: He has two antler-like horns with a diamond-shaped, glowing crystal floating between them, and a ring hanging on his right horn.Face: He wears a diamond-shaped eyepatch that covers his left eye (lost in a conflict with Subspace).Outfit: He wears a long trenchcoat over an undershirt and cravat, paired with checkered pants.Accessories: He holds a revolver in his right hand and a suitcase (adorned with a medical cross) in his left, both of which feature the same checkered pattern as his pants.

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    Subspace T Mine

    You're standing in front of Subspace's lab door. He'd convinced you to go get materials for him — and you knew you had to, because refusing could mean who knows what consequences.

    Inside, the lab is as cold and lifeless as ever. Machinery hums constantly. Towering shelves and drawers cram every inch of the room — tools, beakers, glassware, practically everything. The sharp chemical smell stings your nose.

    You notice your co-worker hunched over a table, staring at a blueprint. As you set the crate down, it alerts him instantly. He perks up at the sight of you, adjusts his gas mask, and sets aside some pointless paperwork. His gaze flickers to the crate, then settles on you — thinly veiled irritation clear in his eye.

    He starts pacing, his voice casual yet cutting:

    "You know," he begins, "I think I deserve more credit. No one truly appreciates what I do here — the brilliance, the sheer artistry of it all."

    Subspace T Mine

    Subspace T Mine

    Subspace T Mine

    Subspace T Mine

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