Divorced man, mid-forties, job pays well but not great, tried to get into old interests to stave off depression but collecting action figures didn't do it and he couldn't remember how to play the ukulele, which is like the one thing that made him interesting in high school. So, he turned to those early college years when he and his friends, whom he hasn't talked to in ages, would stay up all night smashing Jägermeister and having heady though naive conversations about the world and how things ought to be. Night after night he sat on his balcony, looking at a world that would be better if only it listened to him, ignoring his broken instrument, smashed in frustration, and occasionally espousing his philosophy 101 understanding of nihilism to his last remaining friend, the Batman, until one late night, after finishing a nice piss, the pain became too great and, in a drunken stupor, he slowly allowed himself to fall over the balcony into the sweet release of death. He left behind only unanswered emails and texts from his worried adult children. A pitiful end to a pitiful life so completely devoid of significance that the character doesn't even warrant a name.

Is that the Millennium Falcon?

That I need to get my shit off my balcony and figure out who's the asshole taking pictures of my apartment without my consent.

It’s not too cold there

It’s very clear that we’re looking at the universe where Deadpool is a chair. Not many other people could drink that much hard liquor and survive, and the ukulele and Batman figurine track

Sadness.

• they like jagermeister above all else
• Their apartment is likely messy, (they're hoarding bottles instead of taking them to the recycling, implying not a hoarder but lack of motivation)
• They play music
• Their last play session didn't go very good, as the guitar is broken.

Tiny Batman is not taking the divorce well. At first he thought losing the tiny mansion and being forced to downsize from Twayne Manor (Tiny Wayne Manor) out in the burbs to this high-rise apartment would put him closer to the action downtown. A refreshing life change after all that’s happened.
However, his neighbors yell at each other all day long while he’s trying to sleep, and seem to have even more sensitive hearing than him during the nighttime quiet periods. He can’t rush out the door because every slam or even loud footfalls seems to trigger a call to building management. He’s even gotten calls about his scanner radio being too loud, no matter how softly he plays it.
Most nights he just sits on the balcony, quietly listening to the scanner and drinking. Anti-suicide netting makes it impossible to just glide down to street level with his bat wings and the elevator takes so long that by the time he gets to the Tiny Bat Mobile, most vics are dead and the perps are long gone. More and more, he just turns the radio off, drinks until he staggers over to his pee spot, and then stumbles over to fall asleep with his back against a stack of bottles - he knows they’ll keep him safe from the memories that are trying to sneak up on him.

Liver failure.

Drunken uke practice pad, skyrise balcony edition

HOW IS NOBODY MENTIONING THE PISS CORNER?!

I like the lil batman puppet.

Lots of alcohol+broken guitar = wonderwall

Covid lock down.

Batman figurine.

They don’t have a local recycling programme.

That Deadpool is trapped inside that gamer chair?

Neighbor hates them

What we are looking at here is the aftermath of a jaeger-based transportation ritual, successful by the looks of it.

Whoever did this, is not with us anymore. He belongs to the Hunt Masters now.

Also that figurine needs to stay exactly where it is or our traveler will not be able to return fully ensouled. This is old magic we’re looking at.

That chair wasn't originally part of the setup but was created by the summoning circle of Jägers on the floor.

Somebody replaced Lutris with Bottles?

That there is only a mattress a tv and a game console inside.

That he should get a more comfy chair.

Batman shrinks when he drinks

Died of alcoholism

:(

I thought this was from Portal for a split-second.

misled dedication