"No, dude, what are you guys doing?"
The one bound to the X-shaped rack still had a tough demeanor despite the difficulty showing on his face.
He had been stripped naked.
Leaving only his white underwear.
"We can't pull off his underwear!" the soldier in charge of the interrogation said, the bright red name and health bar above his head indicating that he had not been paying attention to the content he had been repeating since a while ago.
The man with a mutton-chop beard, seemingly the leader of the outpost guards, pulled out a knife and stabbed it into the white underwear of the still tough-talking terrified subject.
"Ow—!" He didn't feel pain; his sense of pain had been shut off.
But his phantom limbs were in agony.
"What is this, some kind of new calamity?"
"Or maybe a mutant freak, only his mutation is different, with underwear sewn into his flesh."
They conversed as if nobody else was present.
"Bring the old army doctor over, let's cut him open and have a look."
