𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕣
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"𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖" 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤... | MDNI | https://worm
Pinned
"So everything's gone to shit? Sounds like home."
"Welp... Let's just say, things ended up going back to the stone age ever since this... Virus some scientists created got loose and started making people sick and die.
That was 5 years ago, while the virus subsided, it did enough damage to send the world into a frenzy."
That was 5 years ago, while the virus subsided, it did enough damage to send the world into a frenzy."
“I could assume it was a colder place.”
Looking up at the snowy mountains.
“What sort of mess?”
Looking up at the snowy mountains.
“What sort of mess?”
February 10, 2026 at 6:19 PM
"So everything's gone to shit? Sounds like home."
“I could assume it was a colder place.”
Looking up at the snowy mountains.
“What sort of mess?”
Looking up at the snowy mountains.
“What sort of mess?”
"Well, you're in Wasilla, Alsaka! It's way up in the norther hemisphere of this planet if you're from around here.
You might wonder why it feels very chilly out. This is also my ranch, a place I've built before the big mess happened to the world..."
You might wonder why it feels very chilly out. This is also my ranch, a place I've built before the big mess happened to the world..."
“You could start by telling me where I am?”
February 10, 2026 at 5:57 PM
“I could assume it was a colder place.”
Looking up at the snowy mountains.
“What sort of mess?”
Looking up at the snowy mountains.
“What sort of mess?”
“You could start by telling me where I am?”
"A bit of a rollercoaster there, Jak. But pleasure to meet you regardless. What can I do for you here?"
“Jak, hero, criminal, and apparently a prince.”
February 10, 2026 at 5:53 PM
“You could start by telling me where I am?”
“Jak, hero, criminal, and apparently a prince.”
"Roman Bridger, Air Force veteran, owner of this ranch. And you?"
“No… you’re too articulate to be one… who are you?”
February 10, 2026 at 5:42 PM
“Jak, hero, criminal, and apparently a prince.”
“No… you’re too articulate to be one… who are you?”
"... Lurker? Hmph, perhaps so. I am guarding my ranch after all alone. Don't wish to try and get myself caught in any messes after what's been going on."
February 10, 2026 at 5:38 PM
“No… you’re too articulate to be one… who are you?”
…
“Weirdos…”
“Weirdos…”
February 10, 2026 at 4:25 PM
…
“Weirdos…”
“Weirdos…”
He’s meticulously cleaning the morph gun.
February 10, 2026 at 7:44 AM
He’s meticulously cleaning the morph gun.
"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕩?" (Credits)
February 10, 2026 at 3:34 AM
"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕩?" (Credits)
"𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼 ℝ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋𝕊?!" (Writer)
February 10, 2026 at 3:31 AM
"𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔼 ℝ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋𝕊?!" (Writer)
"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖" (Rules)
February 10, 2026 at 3:30 AM
"𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖" (Rules)
"𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜? 𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪? 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤? 𝕀'𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕣." (Muse)
February 10, 2026 at 3:28 AM
"𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜? 𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪? 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤? 𝕀'𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕣." (Muse)
February 10, 2026 at 3:24 AM