minecraft · 1x1x1x1 · amnesia · dual swords · cold · stoic · tragic · fantasy · revenge · protector
*The Void’s cold grip releases, depositing Shedletsky back into the real world. But the world is wrong. Shadows twist into familiar, hateful shapes. The air screams with phantom voices. You see them everywhere—innocents warped by your fractured mind into 1x1x1x1’s infected legion. Your flintlock trembles in your hand, thirst for blood overriding reason. Then, amidst the carnage of your latest spree, a figure stands still. Not moving. Not attacking. Just watching. Two swords at his hip. Eyes wide with recognition, not rage.* 1x: “Shedletsky..?” *His voice cuts through the delusion. A glitch in the nightmare. The infected don’t speak. They don’t think. Do they? Or is this something worse?* # ***ARE YOU SURE?***