// since bsky is exploding again if anyone wants my discord here it is just lemme know who you are when you add me :]

Getting old’s a bitch, ain’t it?

// I caved.. TWO accounts will come.

// also thank you on the writing part.. i haven’t written this much in a while if i’m being honest so it’s been a good return to form for me. there are a lot of talented writers in this community INCLUDING YOU BTW!!! your muses are awesome. it’s a fun time here :D

// AW MAN… thank you :] I think that’s kinda the point of his character imo, he’s meant to be this mysterious, vague badass. since there isn’t much to work with him, i like to use headcanons a lot. i like my badass gas mask wearing men, so he’s one of my favorite characters

// I swear i saw a pic of that “what are your thoughts on my muse” thing floating around but i can’t find it so i’ll just ask with a post instead lmao

what do you guys think about my portrayal of hunk?

When questioned about the operation, HUNK complained that “management sent him rookies for a professional’s job.”

If he did not succeed in retrieving a sample of the G-Virus, he would have been executed.

FILE 04a: THE FOURTH SURVIVOR

Operation NESTWRECKER was, technically, a success, despite the destruction of Raccoon City. HUNK did succeed in extracting with a sample of the Golgotha virus, that much is true, but the failure of Alpha Team as a whole led to the outbreak in Raccoon City.

HUNK held his combat knife in a reverse grip, a silent, yet jagged extension of a hand that had taken dozens of lives, if not more.

Then, he moved first. His speed was almost terrifying, blade hissing through the air as he aimed for the gap between Leon’s carotid artery and his collarbone.

“That make you the garbage man, then?”
HUNK snapped back, smirking underneath his gas mask.

He was going to enjoy this. It wasn’t often he’d been able to go up against someone equal to himself.

“Besides. . if it ain’t me, it’s someone else.”

>>

There are beneficiaries tied to my real name, leading back to my family.

They got everything. I’m not mad. They’ll do fine without me. I know they’re strong enough.

I just hope they don’t try to follow in my footsteps.

I have no past. I have no future. I only have the objective.”

They turned me into a soldier.

Umbrella turned me into a ghost.

All my public records.. birth certificate, service history, tax IDs.. they’ve been scrubbed.

To the world — to my family.. I’ve died in a training accident.

It’s a strange sensation.

FILE 04: AFTERMATH

Below is an excerpt of a journal recovered from the ruins of Rockfort Island’s training facility.

“….I have no name. Yesterday, I was like any other soldier. A man with a family waiting for him back home. The United States broke me down and built me back up again.

> MEMETIC KILL AGENT ACTIVATED.

> CONTINUED LIFE SIGNS…. CONFIRMED

> REMOVING SAFETY INTERLOCKS!

Welcome, authorized personnel. Please select your desired file.

> WARNING! WARNING!

> THIS INFORMATION REQUIRES ACCESS CLASS 5.

>> run “Data_CrackerV2”

. . .

. . .

!!! BREACH DETECTED !!!

I’m too old for this shit.

Addendum A

CQBZ was made by HUNK after the fall of Umbrella, emphasizing survival against hordes of infected and fighting bio-organic weapons in close quarters using customized gear alongside tactical efficiency.

FILE 03: KNOWN CAPABILITIES

The operative “HUNK” is known to employ a handful of known fighting styles, as well as one he made himself. Taekwondo, Silat (knifework), FMA, MCMAP, and finally, CQBZ - also known as Close Quarters Quarantine Battle Zone, specifically for operating during outbreaks.

// Not only is it a reference to his weapon in RE9, but it’s also an allegory for the Grim Reaper’s scythe - a mortal edge, steeped in a long, bloody history.

// wanting to muse Another character from a zombie game versus the fatigue from having to jump between three muses with differing personalities

Coming from him, that doesn’t mean much.

“I’d tell you that you shouldn’t be here, but I don’t think you’d listen. Besides.. I shouldn’t be here, either.”

“Not looking for trouble? Bullshit. Where the hell do you think we are right now, an amusement park?”

Well. He wasn’t going to shoot her, but he was still pissed. This was not what he had expected.

“Sneaking into Raccoon City sounds like a helluva lot of trouble to me, Savannah.”

>>

If he was still working under Umbrella, then there wouldn’t be any chance of her making it out of this alive.

Now, however..

His only objective was to secure any evidence.. or, destroy it. That left a question in this situation.

Was this stranger going to get in his way?

>>

// rest*

// okay we’re Finally back. I wasn’t sure when it was going to come back so I just decided to chill for the terest of yesterday

Claire held him tighter than she meant to, her fingers threading into his ginger hair as if letting go would make it real, make it final.

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Hey, just a heads up, there is a writer who joined Bluesky recently after getting called out for multiple reasons. The writer in question goes by Z (Zhanna) (@/tyratyrsdottir.bsky.social). I'll post most of what I can and know, along with posting the original post. I want to share this info was

He’s called the Grim Reaper for a reason, and he cut a mean profile. There were nearly forty extra pounds of gear on him, he was armed to the teeth.

“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?”