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 apologize for the late upload.
With fatigue wearing in, the Wordle Friends continue to scrap as the finish line rises just over the horizon...
Whether it be at the paw of a rampaging bear or the ice-cold finger of father time, death shall someday come for the Wordle...