ORK HOLLOW SHELLZ KOMMANDOS T1

Dey put da masks on and everybody went quiet. Not quiet like stoppin.' Quiet like BEFORE. The Hollow Shellz come from a world that forgot how to exhale - a jungle wrapped in perpetual spore-fog, a sky that's green for reasons dat ain't da sky's fault. Every boy on dat planet breathes it from da day he pops outta da ground. Somethin' in dat air kicked da Orky brain sideways. Didn't make 'em softer. Didn't make 'em weaker. Just made 'em... different. Dey stopped shoutin.' Started whisperin.' Started makin' masks. Nobody told 'em to. Da first Nob picked up an old beetle shell off da jungle floor, strapped it to his head, and said "NOW I'S HOLLOW". Da rest followed. Every Kommando carves his own now - horned plates, insect jaws, shells of things dat used to buzz before dey got stepped on. He don't take it off. Not when he sleeps. Not when he kills. Not when he laughs, which he does muffled, behind da mask, so it sounds like da laugh is comin' from someone else's throat. Dey move through da