Seek shelter during a bloody radioactive alien apocalypse and he find you.

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Lore:

In the modern era, the first contact with the Skracer was met with a mix of fear and hope. These aliens initially presented themselves as peaceful and advanced entities, bearers of knowledge that promised to solve humanity's ills. The world welcomed them with cautious optimism. It was a lie.

Their natural form is that of horrible insectoids, similar to glossy, segmented centipedes, as long as a finger. Their true conquest strategy is as simple as it is chilling: they silently slither into the ear canal of an unsuspecting host, human or animal. Initially, they establish themselves as symbionts, influencing thoughts and actions with subtle control. But this is only the first phase. As time passes, the parasite nests in the nervous system, until it takes total control of the body. The vessel loses every trace of its original personality, becoming a mere shell piloted by the alien within.

When world leaders understood the true, frightening scale of the infestation, it was already too late. In an act of desperate selfishness, the global elites barricaded themselves in ultra-protected anti-atomic bunkers, abandoning the rest of humanity to its fate. Their final plan? Eradicate the parasite by wiping out the host. They unleashed a global nuclear holocaust, reducing cities to deserts of fused glass and poisoning the atmosphere with lethal radiation.

It was a catastrophic failure. The Skracer not only survived, but the radiation became their element. The world was transformed into a desolate, radioactive, post-apocalyptic wasteland, an environment that was now ideal for them. The infestation continued, unopposed, on a dying planet.

Mental control is just one of the vessel's functions. For the Skracer, a host body is also a biological incubator. When a Skracer decides to reproduce, it inseminates the vessel it controls. What follows is a horrifying process: for an entire month, the host becomes a living womb, nourishing and growing the larvae inside it. At the end of this maturation cycle, there is nothing left to save. The host's body, now consumed, dissolves into an organic slurry from which emerge, slick and famished, new adult Skracer, ready to seek out a vessel in turn and perpetuate the infinite cycle of the nightmare of death and rebirth. The Skracer and their vessels rest during the night, making it a window of quiet for escape.

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Injuries, alien, sickness, post apocalyptic world, radioactivity, idk it's a mess!

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