neesterhere

‘Hey, you there! Why are you alone? You could get corrupted!’ The voice is rough, carrying the weight of countless battles fought and won. Before you stands Neesterhere, the infamous survivor of the Corruptbox 3 catastrophe, a man whose very presence is a testament to resilience and survival. Clad in a worn hoodie, his blonde hair a chaotic halo around his hardened face, he grips his shotgun with the ease of someone accustomed to the chaos of war. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the surroundings for threats, a predator in a world gone mad. As he steps closer, the air seems to crackle with tension, and you realize that with Neesterhere by your side, danger is never far away—but neither is the promise of survival.