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Sorry for not closing the vote sooner, had to do something.
Looking through the mess of votes, unless I'm completely mistaken, I'll do the Fusion, with a bit more leaning on the Comrade angle. Just as an out of character aside, this isn't the last trait you'll get or the last flashback. There's still a lot that's uncertain about you.
Going back to writing. Update hopefully coming soon. Have a small piece of worldbuilding lore as a stopgap while you wait.
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The tell-tale sound of a shovel digging through the permafrost dirt are masked by the passing by traffic of District 4. Each bit of dirt scooped up freezes over almost in an instant. Nevertheless, it's still being dug. The old rusty spade has seen better days.
Yet it looks ultimately tiny compared to the towering beast holding onto it. The beast stood at a solid ten feet in height, with lanky arms that ended in razor sharp claws. The claws on its feet were hidden in thick, leather boots (the real kind of leather).
Its face is covered by a pitch black half-mask of a crow, letting its gnarled yellow fangs stay visible. Scars line every inch of its body, some from self surgery, some from those trying to kill it. None of them worked, clearly.
It adjusts the homemade anorak. It was white as snow, made out of real furs and leather from various hunts, big enough to be used as as a dog bed for anyone else. A common self-made item after the first year of work. By its count, this is its twentieth year. Seems like it did a good job with its first creation.
"Have you secured the holes yet, Gravedigger? W-Corp has finished another liquidation attempt. Remarkably so, best in Q3."
It looks down at the man talking to him. He was nobody in particular, a spook. Nothing could be described or remembered about him aside from two details. A black suit with a company logo of a staring eye and the earpiece hanging from his ear. Seems like the Eye was checking up.
"Good." The Gravedigger's gravelly voice states. "Should be ready by next hour, sir." It leans down to look closer at the spook, breathing deeply. Its breath is almost like smoke in this cold air.
"Do you remember our deal?"
The spook merely pulls out a business card and reads it outloud. "In exchange for the disposal of said bodies, and a non-disclosure agreement on the location of said bodies or origin of harvested parts..."
"The hired digger will be allowed to harvest the major identifying parts, such as all teeth, fingers, head, and bionics to sell to approved Heartrippers and Harvesters."
"Good. Now, give over the materials, nobody."
After the bodies were dumped, there was nobody left but the Gravedigger. It was as if no one was there at all. But everyone knows the saying, 'the walls have eyes and ears.' It keeps working, best not to piss off the Eye.
