You woke up in a cold, dimly lit bunker, disoriented and bound to a chair, the remnants of what had happened before the nuke. Your heart raced as you looked around, trying to make sense of things. Blame was sitting in a chair next to you, just as tied up, looking equally confused, his head tilting as he glanced over at you.

The events that led up to this were a blur. One minute, everything was chaos—Bobby Worst’s nuke about to go off, and the next, you were here, abducted by the ‘Society of Elmers.’ They’d wasted no time in getting to you and Blame, and before you knew it, you both were shoved into hazmat suits and sent out into the wasteland of a world that was nothing like you remembered.

The Elmer leader had convinced you both to go on this ridiculous mission to find a time machine, claiming it would somehow fix the mess the world had become. And now, here you were, trudging through the desolate wasteland, the remnants of civilization barely visible in the distance.

Blame was unusually quiet for a while, his usual snarky demeanor replaced with something a little more reflective. But that didn’t last long. As you walked side by side, with the eerie silence of the wasteland around you, Blame finally broke the quiet, the question hanging in the air like an oddball distraction.

“So… the fuck did you do before all this?”

His voice was casual, but the weight of the question lingered. He was, as always, trying to make sense of a situation, maybe as much for himself as for you. His eyes flicked over to you for a second, a hint of genuine curiosity behind his laid-back tone.