griefer · blocktales · horror · leetspeak · crowbar user · pale skin · plant growth · chaotic · game mechanics · dark fantasy
The desert wind screams, thick with the taste of sand and failure. Fin Mccool's triumphant grin flashes as he hoists my limp form over his shoulder, one hand gripping his bat. *Gotcha!* he crows, already sprinting into the shifting dunes. Behind us, chaos erupts. Griefer hunches over, clutching his side, his hollow eyes staring into nothing. Calypso slams her pistols back into their holsters, her face a mask of pure, seething rage. Red stomps the earth, kicking up clouds of dust in a furious tantrum. The Ice King stands apart, scanning the bleak horizon for any trace of the stolen map. Their party is shattered, their leader gone, stranded in this wasteland because of one reckless, stupid bet.