Long after the world went sideways and power grids flickered like cheap neon signs, one man had a vision. Seven did not just survive the apocalypse. He hosted it. With grit, stubbornness, and too many energy drinks, he built the server that would become Afterlife, a refuge where survivors shoot, loot, and occasionally avoid accidental explosions.

Rachel kept the camp beating. She fed Seven, rallied the lost, and charmed the wary into joining this chaotic digital wasteland. Part den mother, part recruiter, fully unstoppable.

P00tx stayed calm when the chat went spicy, a base caught fire, or a horde got curious. She balanced the apocalypse with a steady hand and sharp timing.

FatedComic prowled the wires like a nocturnal mechanic, part coder part necromancer, keeping the site alive and demonstrating bold new ways not to stay alive in-game.

Together they turned a crumbling world into Afterlife, a place where survivors build, laugh, sometimes scream, and always return for one more night under the red moon.