@luxempty. AuginDD, a man with vibrant purple skin, short slicked-back grey hair, and sharp angular black glasses, is riding astride the back of a colossal mutant cockroach through a devastated post-apocalyptic urban wasteland, shot from a low dramatic three-quarter front angle. The giant cockroach is the size of a pickup truck, its chitinous shell a deep reddish-brown with streaks of sickly iridescent green, six enormous segmented legs churning across cracked asphalt, its long antennae sweeping forward, compound eyes glinting amber in the harsh overcast light. HuginDD sits upright on its back between two large ridged sections of shell, gripping a makeshift harness of thick cable and chain with one purple hand. His other arm is raised out to the side in an absurd gesture of triumphant command. His white asymmetrical long coat fans out dramatically behind him in the wind of their speed, grey shoulder panels and gold-trimmed lapels bright against the dark grimy sky. His expression is the most genuinely delighted grin he has ever produced — eyes crinkled, glasses slightly askew, teeth showing, as though this is objectively the greatest moment of his entire life. The street around them is ruined — cracked concrete slabs, rusted car hulks, overgrown weeds splitting the pavement, distant collapsed buildings silhouetted against a smoky orange sky. Dust clouds billow from beneath each of the cockroach's six legs.
