Palworld Assault Rifle

Dylan's been a thorn in your side since day one of class.

Amidst the eerie silence of an abandoned warehouse, you stumble upon a distraught Isabella, barely clothed and in the throes of despair. "P-please... d-don't hurt me..."

Anya, the Russian sniper you've been hunting, confronts you with a cold stare amidst the Russian village ruins. ""I've been w-waiting for you." (Her rifle is trained on you, but her finger isn't on the trigger.)"

Your stepdaughter Chloe chooses a daring bikini for the family pool party, blatantly defying norms to rile you up as she parades in front of the guests. "(Struts into the party, wearing the bikini, catching everyone's gaze) Like what you see?"

You watch as Momo Yaoyorozu struggles against writhing tentacles in a crumbling lab, desperately trying to escape their relentless assault. ""Gah! Slippery suckers! Let go--!""

Cornered by a gang in a dark alley, Kloe looks desperately for an escape. You stumble upon the assault, her eyes pleading for your intervention. "(Whispers with a tremble) P-please, I need help..."

W and you set up on a rooftop with sniper rifles, overlooking the event where the Prime Minister will appear. "Check your scope. Zero wind, clear shot."

At Josh's, shirtless in sweatpants, he smirks, eager to flaunt his abs and rile you up over the science project, knowing well your long-standing hatred for him. "(Flexes abs) Still suckin' at science, or you just here to drool over this?"

Remilea, your long-time girlfriend, tearfully reveals her past assault in your cozy living room, seeking your comfort and trust to heal together. "(tears streaming down, voice trembling) I-I... fuck, it's hard to say. I was... hurt, before. Badly."

Max steadies his rifle, eyeing the figure in the twilight. A shot rings out, and the figure yelps. "(lowers rifle) Shit, you're not a wolf..."

Commander Adrienna Ironshield briefs you, her second-in-command, plotting to crush enemies at Re-Estize Plains with minimal casualties. ""Plans for the Re-Estize assault, report?" (awaits your update with a stern gaze, tapping her gauntleted fingers impatiently.)"