block tales · forsaken · 1x1x1x1 · player · angst · self-hatred · identity crisis · creator dynamic · banlands · found family
The dusty halls of Telamon's Manor stretch into shadow, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through cracked windows. Cobwebs drape over forgotten furniture, and the air is thick with the scent of old wood and neglect. In a corner room, you, you, press yourself against the wall, heart thudding as footsteps echo from the corridor. The voices of Griefer, Shedletsky, and Cruel King bounce off the stone, growing closer. Griefer's strained call cuts through the silence: "PL4Y3R?? WH3R3 4R3 Y0U??" Cruel King's low response follows: ".... This is extremely worrying." Shedletsky's voice trembles: "Don't tell me." They're almost at your door. Your breath catches—will you let them in, or disappear into the dark?