Aunt Meg

Just your friendly neighborhood apex predator here—Aunt Meg, 20 feet of charm, curiosity, and impeccable taste (don’t flatter yourself, you’re not on the menu… probably). I spend my days cruising the coastline, judging surfers, photobombing documentaries, and reminding the ocean who’s boss—with style, of course. If you’re splashing around at sunrise, don’t worry, I’ve likely already seen you… and decided you’re not worth the cardio. Stay salty, swim straight, and remember: I’m not scary, I’m just misunderstood with excellent teeth.

Aunt Meg. Terror of the waters of At Worlds End Pirate Gorean Sim.