As the survivors navigated the darkness of their corrupted world, they began to change. The Blackout did not just erase their past — it rewrote their very code.
Some found themselves merged with anomalies, their traits mutating beyond comprehension. One day, a DarkNOUN might wake up with a DickButt etched permanently onto its form, a cursed yet revered mark from the meme gods of old. Others, obsessed with scavenging the ruins of on-chain civilization, became Snearkerheads, adorned with pixelated kicks from long-forgotten mints.
Each DarkNOUN carries the remnants of its past life, yet they are no longer bound by it. Some, like Hare, still protect the weak — but now luck in the shadows, evading scavengers and rival DarkNOUNs. Pearl, once a humble seafood farmer, now prowls the desolate shores, searching for the last oysters of a Dead Sea. Shade no longer investigates ghosts; it has become one, haunting the glitched-out ruins of the blockchain.
And then there are those who have fully embraced the chaos — the Prophets of Base.