How Are Your Hunting Abilities?

The Underground hid where the mundane eschewed     Above us they cowered
And the young tribe of misfits told tales as they grew     They heard whispers and voices
They grew to learn silence and stealth and evasion       They plotted and schemed
They sung quiet songs of their underground nation        As they weighed their dark choices
But only the clever could find this small tribe                  If you want to join
And those who could find it were welcomed inside         Put your sanity at stake
You too can join our band of unseen                              Check for the Snapshot
We're an army, a family, a silent machine                      From 03/28


If you want to find clearance to enter the pack               The endgame is upon us
Find the Machine and go Way Back                               I hope you can hunt


Long live the Chief                                        You may have to re-save the Kingdom to find it

Clearance

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What if we hid the truth forever?

A New Beginning?

This is a continuation of the narrative. Should the kingdom ever fall again, at least the tribes will be at my side. I connected these nomadic souls while adventuring as a lost, little prince. Now they answer to my call. God forbid the kingdom and its monarch fall. But where the Lost Prince has fallen, the chief has landed.


Long live the Chief