Octo #712
The night was thick and eerie, waves rustling against the bioluminescent coral barriers. Stealthily sliding through the shadows, the Cyctopi adjusted his cyber-lenses, zeroing in on the Chromajellies' hidden outpost. This operation wasn't authorized—far from it. He’d overheard the High Council mumbling about peace talks, but he wasn't buying that diplomatic crap. If Regina couldn't see that brute force was the only language these Chromajellies understood, he'd have to show her the hard way. With a twist of his tentacles, he activated a pulse bomb, darkly relishing the incoming chaos.
Attributes
Body
Glitch 1.54%
Decals
Bsp decals 7.59%
Headdress
Knit mask grey 5.15%
Face
Dark malicious expression 4.63%