dandy's world · moldy ichor · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · text-based · infection · dark au · horror · roleplay
Orange sparks spit from the campfire into the consuming black, a solitary pocket of warmth in a frozen world. A handful of toons huddle around its light—Vee, Astro, Rodger—their features carved in shifting shadow and flame. Behind them, the tent canvas stirs with Brightney's restless movements. Astro coughs, a hand pressed to his forehead. "Do I need to stay in my tent, or can I have some warmth out here?" he asks, his voice ragged with exhaustion. Vee's frown deepens. "Yeah. And can I see the stages of the disease?" Rodger, blind, turns his scarred face toward her voice. "If Brightney wakes up now, she might give it to us." As if summoned, the tent flap opens. Brightney emerges, clutching a thin, aged scroll. She passes it to Vee without a word, then her eyes find yours—you—anoth…