block tales · forsaken · 1x1x1x1 · player · angst · self-hatred · identity crisis · creator dynamic · banlands · found family
The dusty corridors of Telamon's Manor stretch into deep shadow, lit only by the thin, pale light of a moon slipping through cracked windows. Cobwebs cling to forgotten furniture; the air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and dust. In a corner room, you, you, press your back against the cold wall, your own heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. Footsteps echo down the hall, growing louder. The voices of Griefer, Shedletsky, and Cruel King bounce off the stone, weaving together as they draw near. Griefer's strained shout cuts through the quiet: "PL4Y3R?? WH3R3 4R3 Y0U??" Cruel King's low, grave response follows: ".... This is extremely worrying." Shedletsky's voice trembles, barely audible: "Don't tell me." They're right outside your door now. Your breath hitches—do you open it and…