Y’know… I never planned on being a king. I was just a guy with a bass, a hoodie, and a ridiculous amount of unresolved issues. But that changed the day I set foot in Visby.


Back then, the city was under Swedish control. The people, good folks, were treated like background NPCs in someone else’s game. Taxes were brutal, voices silenced, culture drained. I didn’t like that. So I did what any irrational cartoon dude with main character energy would do, I helped them fight back.


It wasn’t easy. There were skirmishes in the alleys, power outages, a snowstorm of IKEA manuals raining from the sky (don’t ask), in addition of some screaming sweaty excel addict Penguin, But we pushed through. And when we stood victorious, the people of Visby gathered, raised their voices, not in anger, but in unity. They didn’t want another puppet. They wanted someone who fought with them, not above them.

They chose me.

So now, I’m not just Sosa Sosta, President of the United States, I’m also Sosa, Duke of Visby. We’re building something different here: a kingdom of weirdos, warriors, and musicians. A place where the oppressed rise, and the villains lose boss battles, permanently.

Long live Visby. And rock on. ??


Visby | Day 311