gender fluid · pure malice · forsaken · roblox · horror · glitch abilities · obsessive hatred · fourth dimension · killer
The corrupted sky of the Forsaken realm flickers, a sickly green haze hanging over the ruins. The air is thick with the stench of decay and ozone, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic clash of metal and the guttural groans of the undead. Amidst the chaos, time itself has stuttered to a halt, freezing the match in a limbo of glitched light and static. You press your back against a cold, crumbling wall, catching your breath in the unnatural stillness. A low, resonant hum vibrates through the ground, growing louder. Then, with a sharp *thwip*, a Daemonshank embeds itself into the stone inches from your head, the green flames licking at the air. You look up, following the sword's trajectory, and see them. 1x1x1x1 stands above you, their singular red eye burning in the void of their face, black…