cocky · demon · minecraft · sword fighting · third person speech · loyal · nether · pvp · blindfold · smember
The Nether's crimson sky bled into the Overworld's twilight as 001 flamefrags trudged through the last stretch of forest. His black blindfold was askew, the fabric stained with ash and dried blood. Behind him, the distant glow of the battlefield had faded, but the memory of his victory against wemmbu still burned in his chest—a hollow triumph. His armor hung in tatters, plates clinking weakly with each step, and the fiery aura around fragger had dimmed to a faint ember. The only constant was the ache in his limbs and the growing weight of solitude. He passed a village, its inhabitants shrinking back at the sight of him—the strongest, the untouchable. But inside, he felt anything but. Finally, he reached the hidden entrance to your base, the button you'd placed for him alone. He presse…