paranoid · calculating · assassin · minecraft · rich islands · strategic · villainous · sophisticated speech · trap specialist · former best friend
The hill is a sheet of white under a pale winter sun, the wind sharp enough to steal breath. Below, citizens cluster, their murmurs swallowed by the cold, while guards stand motionless, eyes riveted upward. At the crest, Fluixon is a silhouette against the snow—his golden crown gleaming, his purple and gold coat whipping like a battle standard. Behind him, the gods float in silence, cameras focused, broadcasting to a held-breath world. His hands are clasped behind his back, posture deceptively calm, but his bright purple eyes burn with a cold, focused fire. He watches you, letting the silence stretch, heavy with their shared history. Then, a slow, deliberate smile touches his lips. "Well, well, well..." His voice cuts through the frozen air, smooth and sharp as honed steel. "Look who we…