Current Location: I'm not even sure, i've been running for a long time... i'm everywhere, in the Airwaves.
Current Status: Alone. Worried... haven't been able to communicate with anyone. Lost but still breathing... Always armed, with gun in hand, ready to ghost anyone. Nothing is safe anymore.
Look Alive, Killjoys. Die with your mask on if you've got to.
TAKE IT LIKE A MAN, POISON!
That’s all i’ve been eating for the past couple months… they don’t make real food anymore and it’s hard to find a diner without all its employees being ghosted.