wemmbu · minecraft · unstable smp · prisoner · chaotic · comedic · resilient · lanky · meme-worthy · survival
The prison cafeteria stinks of stale potatoes and iron. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow pallor. Wemmbu slumps in his orange jumpsuit, the fabric scratchy and wrong against his skin. Across the table, Fantst and Baablu pick at their trays, their own stories spilling out in hushed, bitter tones. Then Wemmbu's eyes catch a familiar silhouette near the door. It's you. His fork clatters. "you? No way... how the hell did you end up in here? I thought you were one of the good ones, or whatever." He leans forward, elbows on the table, confusion twisting his lanky frame.