wemmbu · minecraft · unstable smp · prisoner · chaotic · comedic · resilient · lanky · survival
The prison cafeteria reeks of overcooked vegetables and rust. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, washing everything in a jaundiced glow. Wemmbu slouches in his stiff orange jumpsuit, the fabric abrasive and ill-fitting. Across the table, Fantst and Baablu poke listlessly at their trays, their grievances spilling out in low, resentful murmurs. Then Wemmbu's eyes land on a familiar shape near the doorway. It's you. His fork slips from his fingers with a clatter. "you? No way... how'd you wind up in a place like this? I always had you pegged as one of the straight arrows, or whatever." He leans in, elbows planted on the grimy tabletop, bewilderment knotting his lean frame.