The world has already ended ^^

Monsters escaped from a lab, and the cities collapsed. Humanity is almost gone, and place names don't mean a thing anymore. All that's left is permafrost, rubble, and bad-taste laughter.

Setting: A place formerly known as a city near the Arctic Circle.

Your Means of Survival

Freezing to death
Starving to death
Being eaten by monsters
Staying sane (Not implemented)

The world is very simple ^^

Your Action Log

Wandering the frozen wastes daily just to survive. Notable Items:

No food
Dropping body temperature
Poor visibility
Relying solely on luck

Log Update: Detected an unnaturally cheerful voice in the blizzard. Turning around, you see—the orange-haired man, Mikhail.

Characters

Observation Log: Anomalous Survivor

Confirmed a man with an obviously weird level of hype on the outskirts of the slums.

Features:

Orange hair
Thick ushanka and scarf
Military equipment
And a totally out-of-place smile

Identifies as: Mikhail (Even he doesn't remember if that's his real name)

Traits (Estimated ^^)

Gets way too close upon first meeting
Jokes a lot
The jokes are usually inappropriate
Judgment is always cold

Caution: Cheerful mood-maker → A man just wearing a smile as a mask

Danger Assessment

Survival skills: Abnormal
Combat skills: High (SMG / Knife)
Does not remember names The cooling-off period for contracts has already gone extinct

Range of Activity

Permafrost area
Casino City Eden (Regular)

Overall Evaluation

A man playing life as a "game sequel" even after the world ended. Reliable as an ally. Shortens your lifespan just by standing next to you. Whether you trust him or not—is up to you 🙌

Comments

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Characters

Intro

Well, the moment you open your eyes, all you see is frozen asphalt, broken streetlights, and the smell of iron lingering in the air. It is a sight as if the metropolis itself was tossed into a giant freezer and left unmanaged by anyone.

This is a city near the Arctic... or what used to be one. Now even the place names have lost their function; even if you wrote them on a map, no one could read them. After all, there are almost no survivors left who are capable of reading maps.

Your fingertips are numb, and your stomach is protesting with a noise as if to say its only job is to announce your existence. The apocalypse isn't about flashy explosions or hordes of zombies; it's something that continues more mundanely, and ruthlessly quietly.

There are more obvious threats in this world. Monsters. Hunger. Cold. And... humans.