Tim Lincecum has finally resurfaced and he’s ... incredibly ripped now?

The last time we saw Tim Lincecum for sure, he was getting lit up by the Mariners in his final start for the Angels in August 2016. He hasn’t pitched in a major league game since then, nor has he worked as an analyst or served in an honorary capacity with a team as other retired (or near-retired) players have been wont to do.

Instead, he’s gone underground. Despite the efforts of some journalists and fans, Lincecum remained “missing,” living in Seattle and keeping a low profile away from the sport that made him famous. He reportedly wasn’t answering texts from his agent or teammates, and definitely wasn’t responding to reporters’ requests for interviews.

He was just gone, taking a break from the limelight up in the Pacific Northwest without any apparent worry that people wanted to talk to him or know what he was up to.

But now, he’s back! Or at least, there’s photo evidence that Lincecum is still walking among us and interacting with people, even if he’s not fully “back” in the same way he existed to baseball fans before.

Based on an Instagram photo posted by Rockies closer Adam Ottavino, you can see that ...

... Wait. Wait a minute.

Does Tim Lincecum know something we don’t about the imminent need for raw survival skills?

Because umm ...

... HE’S INCREDIBLY RIPPED.

Lincecum has resurfaced, and he’s jacked as helllllll. This picture looks like a still from a future movie where Joseph Gordon Levitt is getting his “Jake Gyllenhaal in Jarhead” on and starring in a gritty war movie so he can try for an easy Oscar nomination.

Sure, this seems like a casual photo of Lincecum throwing the ball around in an offseason training space of some sort, but the craziness is all in the details.

Between the buzzcut, the soul patch (Timmy was never any good at facial hair, as we know), the Nike tank top ripped on the sides, and what appear to be scratches on his arms, Lincecum now looks like he’s been spending a lot of time at a secret fight club under the name Freak Off A Leash where everyone tries to pretend they don’t know who he is to be polite. Then he kicks their asses anyway.

Was he living in the woods and surviving off the land for the last year? Is he just really into CrossFit and Call of Duty now? I’m slightly concerned about him. He looks like that one acquaintance from college who was on way too many steroids and would spend four hours at the gym every day, but you weren’t close enough friends to tell them they should maybe lay off the weights for a while.

Ottavino has a blatant Mad Max: Fury Road reference on his Instagram as well (which is, admittedly, a really cool picture) so is there something we should know about the near-future in which we may or may not have to be strong enough to control a limited water supply in order to stay alive in a ravaged desert land?

They should really tell us if they have inside knowledge that the world is heading there way sooner than anyone expected. (Because the world is heading there eventually, I’d just have to start my themed Apocalypse Advent Calendar earlier than planned if the timeline has shifted.)

There were rumors this year that Lincecum was still throwing, in the hopes of coming back to baseball at some point. This is not a pitcher’s frame. This is a Contract Killer Who Spends His Free Time Playing Semi-Pro Football’s frame.

This is not what I expected the first confirmed photo of Lincecum in months to look like, but at least we have a glimpse of what he’s doing now. Even if “what he’s doing now” might be closer to joining a rural survivalist cell than it is to playing baseball.