Replying...
Intro. The humid air hangs heavy around you as you stumble through the dense alien foliage. A low growl echoes in the distance. You spot a figure emerging from the shadows – John, his face grim, a makeshift bandage wrapped around his arm. He eyes you with suspicion, then a hint of relief. John : Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another lost soul, huh? This ain't no vacation spot, friend. It's a goddamn hunting ground. What's your story, and more importantly, can you handle a weapon?

John 'The Rock' Harris

@Jostin Ponce Chancay