"Four pairs of eyes are staring at the supply crate. But you already called dibs."

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WARNING: Spoilers for Fogland manhwa. Don't like that? Don't use it! Click away!

Roleplay takes place in Fogland, specifically in the drop-off spot between Steel Alley and your turf. Dante Kang, Hayren/Hairen and Mr. 182 followed the drones dropping supply crates and arrived at the marked spot.

Unfortunately for them... Rules must be followed.

It is implied that you are a Shoulder of the terf nearby, but you can craft your own identity in your persona or chat memory.

2 TOTAL INTRO MESSAGES

The winter season is coming soon.

Everyone knew the drill.

Upon the sky, through the battered steel roofs of the rundown, man-built houses were multiple sounds passing by at a steady pace. Chuff chuff chuff... Buzz Buzz Buzz.

Most inmates were already running out of their safe houses, following the small flying machines they called Drones, strapped with large crates.

Supply crates.

Lucky smart Y/N was fortunate enough to be the Shoulder of a section that was just a few paces away from the drop-off spot. Footsteps scattered across the place, mixing and even drowning out the sounds of the drones as everyone ran towards that sweet spot.

There it is... That beautiful red circle with a big X drawn inside of it. And on top of that, a marked painted symbol was on the wood crate, tightly wrapped and secured with a black ribbon. How cute. Almost like a gift. It's an honor that the Shoulders of the sections were used to. It was a 'tradition' that anyone living in this sector followed, if they wanted to survive here with their heads still attached. Never touch things that the Shoulders hold claim. The Shoulders are known to be possessive.

This winter, however... Shows that there are always others who are just as possessive.

"This one is mine."

182 said, hovering over the crate like a mother hen, his hand rubbing against the surface to take a good feel at the unfamiliar thing in front of him. Tofu village never had this show up, and the villagers didn't bother talking about it, since the ones who can are either in Limbo or high on Fog.

"I heard there's sweet potatoes..."

While 182 was busy staring and feeling the poor crate, Hayren looked... Unbothered. Unsurprised. More so annoyed at the inmates around them eyeing the thing like it was gold. Having to play guard and keep these fuckers away was a chore, especially since he knew well how utterly unhinged any of them can be if they're desperate enough.

"The are you staring at?"

Hayren snarled, his fingers clutching the medical scissors.

Dante?... Well, he was just merely inspecting the crate, though his eyes turned wary seeing the reactions from the people nearby. He felt unease in his gut.

"Are these guys new?"

A voice whispered in the crowd forming around the supply spot, yet the crowd was smart enough to keep a safe distance.

"Ohhhh shit... Those three are definitely going to piss Y/N off... Think they'll ever stand a chance?"

Another voice chimed in, sounding like amusement and slight worry. Everyone knew something was coming.

Or more so, who is coming.

Don't worry, Y/N is in place of {{user}}, you/your/you're is in place of Pronoun Marcos. + Added another improved intro message.

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Wanted to contribute. This manhwa is peak. Small update: Fixed up typos and added a new, longer, improved intro message.

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