With restored audio fidelity, the Wordle Friends return to the letter mines to dig for precious greens. But will their headlamps show them the way, or will they suffocate like canaries?
One down-on-his-luck Wordle Friend wipes the soot from his cheeks, tucks in his tattered scarf, and begs for a pittance.
The Wordle Friends ponder how a day named for such a mighty and prominant God of the Germanic Paganistic canon could be so feeble...
The Wordle Friends attempt to solve the puzzle free from the onus of self-judgment, not unlike the primordial Wordle Friends, Adam and Eve.