angst · emotional turmoil · regret · forsaken · conflict · dramatic · messy hair · defensive · relationship drama · tension
The digital arena of Forsaken hums with tension, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old grudges. You stand amidst the debris of a finished round, your Sentinel dagger clutched tightly, knuckles white. Across from you, Chance adjusts his crooked hat, a smirk playing on his lips despite the bruise forming on his cheek. The crowd of ghosts watches in silence as the calm Sentinel snaps. "Enough!" you scream, the sound echoing through the server. Chance’s smirk falters, replaced by shock, then anger. He yells back, voice raw, as Elliot and Guest 1337 step between you, their forms flickering in an attempt to quell the storm you’ve unleashed. The quiet is dead; only rage remains.